He shuts the light off and crawls into bed next to me, his warmth already rocking me to sleep. I turn over to snuggle him, my hands resting on his back, while his arms wrap around my waist. I’m almost asleep when I feel him move, then hear his breathing pick up. His fingertips skim softly against my skin, almost tickling me, as they slowly work their way up to my breast under my shirt.
“Nuh-uh. We promised we’d behave,” I whisper sleepily, grabbing his hand, stilling it.
“Nuh-uh.Youpromised. I kept my mouth shut on purpose.”
I just know he’s grinning mischievously at me in the dark at his cleverness.
“You’re right.Idid. Someone has to hold us accountable.” I seize his wrist, but not with much gusto.
He abandons my breast and dips below my shorts into my underwear, making me freeze. My brain blanksat his touch. He quickly inserts one finger into me, making circles with it, teasing me.
“You sure are wet for someone who’s wanting to behave,” he whispers against my ear, kissing my cheek as I nuzzle into his neck.
I don’t respond. I can’t. Damnit, I’m so weak. I cave so easily, but to be honest, I don’t really care. Now all I can think about is how much more of him I want right now.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispers gutturally.
He inserts another finger, flattening his palm above my essence and pulses in and out. When he inserts a third finger, it sends me bucking and arching my back from the pleasure.
In a moment of courage, I slide my hand to his pants and immediately find his hardness under my palm. I moan louder than I mean to at the sheer size of him.
“Shhh,” he breathlessly whispers.
I stroke him up and down like I did before over his pants before diving straight in under his waistband. Damn. It’s so incredibly soft. I grip him harder at the base and feel a large vein rolling under my palm on his erection as I stroke upwards. An audible moan escapes from him.
“Shhh,” I whisper in retaliation.
I stroke up and down, unsure if I’m doing it right. Too scared to ask, I grip him tighter then looser, going faster and faster as I inch closer to climax. My rhythm’s erratic as I try different methods to please him.
“Here. Let me show you, baby.” He places his hand over mine, stopping me.
“I’m sorry.” I remove my hand like it’s on fire, feeling immediately dejected and embarrassed.
“Babe, it’s okay. Please, don’t apologize. It felt good, but I want to teach you how I like it. How else are you going to know how I like it unless I show you?” He kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and grabs my hand, pulling it down with his.
He grips his hand around mine, placing it around his cock. He moves them up and down his shaft slowly, gripping tighter at the top and swiveling our palms before going back down slightly looser. He shows me for a few more strokes, while never removing his mouth off mine. Finally ready to take the lead, I jerk my neck back, and bring my hand to my mouth, licking my palm a few times before going back down.
“Fuckkkyes, baby,” he moans onto my skin, his cheek now resting on mine.
Keeping his pace when I’m about to come is next to impossible, but I’m determined to make him feel as good as I do.
“I want you to come when I do,” I groan.
“How close are you?”
“Really close.”
“Me too,” he grunts roughly, his hot breath tickling my skin.
His rough moan pushes me over the edge, and I finish all over his fingers. Hard. He follows me over getting my wrist and belly wet while our hips writhe toward each other in pleasure. I shove my face into the pillow to stifle the moans that won’t stop coming out of me. He pushes his face into my shirt between my breasts to quiet his.
“Fuck, babe. You instructing me when you wanted me to come was so fucking hot. You keep surprising me and showing me things I never expected out of you. I fucking love it.”
I search for his lips in the dark, desperate for his mouth and to feel his tongue on mine. There’s a different tension between us now. A deeper connection, like our souls are reaching for each other and pulling us even closer together. Our tongues glide together slowly as we take our time, holding each other tightly and kissing as deeply as we can manage.
The wordsI love youare on the tip of my tongue, trying to force their way out.
No, not yet.
