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“Appendicitis,” he commented, and I nodded.
“I was twelve.”
I wasn’t expecting it when he lowered his head and peppered kisses right down the track of my scar. I wasn’t expecting how real it felt as he touched me for me.
He slipped my knickers down my legs and off, and I wished I’d shaved properly, but I really didn’t think I’d actually be on his bed at one a.m. after Gina’s thing.
Again, it didn’t matter.
He eased my thighs open and looked at me. Properly looked at me.
He looked at me, and he wanted me.
His fingers spread me wide, but it was more intimate this time than downstairs. The lamplight was bright, and his eyes were fixed, and his thumb was every bit as skilled as it worked my clit just right.
It was more tender this time, and I was already squirming at his touch, my clit going crazy for more.
I’d never known it go crazy for more. Not even with me. I’d usually rub myself off until I was a wriggling mess, and then I’d be done.
I moaned when he pushed two fingers inside me. I raised my hips when he curled them.
Fuck.
It felt intense.
Intense and… great…
Fuck. It felt great.
Rhythm from both sides, and those curled fingers were pressing hard, and I didn’t know myself as my body took over. The lamplight could have been a beacon of searchlight and I wouldn’t have cared, I was too crazy for more.
My breaths were short, my moans were so real, and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop working back at him.
I could hear the squelches. I could hear how wet I was, but I didn’t stop moving, didn’t let the self-consciousness take over. Until I needed a pee.
The worst possible time ever to need a pee.
I told it to go away as he worked me with his fingers curling in and out, his thumb skimming my clit. But it wouldn’t go away. I was burning inside…
“I’m sorry,” I said, “But I really need to go to the…”
He shook his head. “Just relax,” he said.
“But I need the…”
Then I felt it. A rush of shudders from within. Shudders that drove me wild.
Fuck.
I could barely breathe and the squelching grew louder and my gasps turned to a long drawn-out moan as he pulled his fingers free and I exploded on the bed, hands gripping the sheets as the white bloomed behind my eyes.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My ears were ringing when I came down. My smile must have outshone the sun. I could feel it on my face. But it didn’t stay there long. He didn’t give me time to speak, he was up and at me, his hot mouth on mine.
His hands took mine and raised them over my head. My wrists were pinned, and his hips were hard as they pressed against mine.
I wanted him so much I couldn’t take it.
“Please,” I said, and it sounded desperate.
But again, he was slow. Slow and firm.
I didn’t know this side of him. Not at all.
I didn’t know he would be this in control, not in the way he was. So in charge without saying a word.
He pinned both of my wrists in one hand, and unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to see him, but he was kissing me too hard as he lowered his pants and pressed his bare flesh to mine. He was big. I could feel it. Fuck, I could feel it.
“Please…” I said again, but his hips kept grinding, his dick rubbing against my clit. “Please…”
Gasping. I was gasping.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, like a rambling idiot. “Please…”
“Relax,” he said again, and this time the growl was primal. Enough to give me shivers.
And then he gave it to me. One deep thrust. Hard.
Fuck.
Deep slams. Flesh against flesh.
Fuck.
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and his face was in mine, breaths heavy.
I took it all. I craved it all. I wanted it all.
Circles and thrusts. Circles and thrusts. Hips so strong, angled like I’d never known. Right against the spot that had just driven me insane.
Fuck.
Fuck. And a whole lot more fucks.
“Please…” I cried out, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
The rhythm was magic, my whole body was screaming.
Slams, and circles. Over and over. Wrists pinned firm.
He had me. Every part of me, claimed by every part of him.
Fuck.
He came as I did, grunting as I moaned, hips slamming hard, and it was everything.
He was everything.
I didn’t know myself as he calmed his movements and lay still.
I knew then that I could never be without this, not ever again. Not without losing my mind.
I guessed my mind was already screwed though. I’d been crazy over this man since he was nothing more than a stranger on the train, handing me my bookmark back.
He moved away from me but took my hand and held it tight to his chest, and I caught my breath along with him, exposed under the lamplight but not caring anymore.
