I tried to catch his eye, to tell him I could barely breathe, but he kept kissing, slow and reverent, as if I was the only thing worth worshiping in the universe.
“Junie, baby,” his voice was lower now, rough around theedges. “I don’t—” his breath caught, fingers curling into my pajama pants. “—don’t wanna wait. I have to beinsideyou, baby.”
“Please,” I whimpered, hips tilting upwards to press against the solid length of his cock.
“Okay,” he whispered, kissing me quickly, roughly, “hold on.” He sat up, hooking his fingers into the elastic of my pantsandunderwear in one fell swoop. I gasped again, arching my back as he tossed them aside without a second thought.
“Fuck,” he whispered, using his hands to push my thighs apart. “Maybe Icanwait a minute…”
“Ansel,” I moaned, writhing as the heat of his breath grew closer to my center.
“Real quick, honey. Let metasteyou.” With no pretense or pause, he dragged his tongue across my wetness. The moan that punched from his lips vibrated against my core in a way that almost made me fall right off the edge.
I gasped again, the heat pooling deep and thick as Ansel’s tongue teased me, savoring every slick curve and tender nerve. His hands were everywhere — cupping, kneading, tracing delicate paths along my hips and ribs, like he was memorizing my body in slow motion.
“God, you’re so wet, baby,” he whispered, breath hot against my skin as he pulled back just enough to look up at me. His eyes were dark pools of need and worship. “All this, just for me?”
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. I wanted more — more of him, more of this worship, more of the way he made me feel like a goddess.
He groaned low in his throat, shifting between my legs, his length straining, desperate.
“I can’t — fuck, June. I’m gonna lose it,” he admitted, voice thick with frustration and want.
I shook my head, breathless. “Don’t. Please don’t.”
“You’re mine,” he growled softly. “Every inch. I wanna taste you, touch you — worship you till you forget everything else.”
He took one nipple between his teeth, sucking gently, fingers swirling around the other. I whimpered, trembling under his touch, hips tilting up, aching for more.
“I’ll last,” he promised, voice rough but certain. “I’m not leaving you hanging tonight.”
He wasted no time yanking his own sweats off, palming himself once through his boxers beforethosedisappeared too.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured against my lips, voice thick with need. “Every curve, every inch… you drive me insane, June.”
“Wait — wait,” I breathed, pushing back on his chest lightly. He movedinstantly.
“Did I hurt you? Shit, baby.”
“No,” my tongue darted out to wet my lips. “I want to…” Heat licked up my spine. “Let me see you.”
Lust flashed through his vision, and then a grin unfurled. He leaned back, pulling me upright with him.
Shit.
It wasn’t the length that caused my jaw to drop — though he wasmorethan adequate — but the sheer girth of him. I reached out to wrap my fingers around him, but he quickly pulled my wrist away.
“Trust me, I ammorethan happy for you to get acquainted, baby. But—” A deep breath, another, shier, smile. “—if you touch me right now… I’mnotgoing to last.”
With that, he pushed me gently back onto the mattress, hovering over me. “Nothing fancy tonight, sweetheart. Just you, just me.”
I shivered under his touch, chest rising and falling fast as his hands cupped my ass, pulling me closer. His breath hitched, and Icould feel the hard, unyielding promise of him pressed against me, desperate and raw.
“I’m right here, baby,” he whispered, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to look into my eyes. “You ready for me?”
I nodded, breath trembling. “Please.”
He lined up slowly, teasing the tip just inside me, his hand still wrapped around my waist, steadying us both.
