Holy.Shit. The weight of his body on mine this way feels amazing.
His exploratory kisses migrate to my jaw; adrenaline and something intoxicating floods my bloodstream, rushing to my groin.
On reflex, my hips lift.
The kisses reach the corner of my mouth. He rocks against me again and I feel it— the rigid length of him thickening in his sweats.
I’m boiling and shivering.
“Is this ok?”
A little nod and a moan are all I can manage.
With a shy smile, he lightly pecks my lips. “Want me to keep going?”
This tease.
My whispered, “Yeah,” comes out breathier than intended but I can’t find a fuck to give because the swipe of his tongue across the seam of my lips is nirvana. I open for him and indulge in his taste—sweet oblivion. Breaking for a breath, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat.
He likes it.
I do it again, following with a languid suck.
“Fuck,” he pants and rears back. “Keep that up and this will be over in five seconds.”
Those grey eyes are lost to lust and I’m lost to him.
“Don’t care. Get back here,” I growl, grasping the inky hair at the base of his skull and tugging him to me.
Our lips reconnect in a sloppier kiss. We’re dissolving into desperation. I thrust in silent demand. He chuckles under his breath and answers by grinding me into the mattress. I’m drifting through the clouds and I never want to come down. The heavenly pressure spikes when he lines us up perfectly.
My jaw drops.
“That’s it,” he whispers as he licks his way toward my ear. I’m not sure when my hands found his hips, but my grip is bruising, urging him to move faster.
More.
I need more.
Moremoremore.
Curious fingers wander beneath my shirt, gliding up to my waist, then back down to the trail of blonde hair leading into my pants, all the while ramping up the torturous friction. He’s leaving a blaze in his wake and I’m begging to fuckingburn. I’m unraveling, writhing against him, gasping into his mouth.
His hand sneaks between us to cup my dick over my sweats. Firecrackers of pleasure pop in my brain as I shamelessly buck into his tightening grip.
He nips my lip.
It’s too much.
“Win—”
“Let go, baby.”
The pressure climbs toward a peak.
“Not yet,” I whine, but it’s futile because the bastard silences me with his mouth, tongue fucking me in time with the stroke of his hand and the roll of his hips and I’m—
Gone.
