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“I have no idea.”
“You’re all I want to do.”
“Then by all means,” I say as I flip my finger over scratching his sharp jawline slightly. His hand moves up under my towel and I shiver. Then his other hand pulls the towel where it’s tucked into itself and falls to the ground. He doesn’t hesitate drawing a very eager nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. My knees buckle a little, and he looks up at me with my nipple slightly between his teeth.
It comes out garbled, “You okay? Cold?” Then pulls it all the way back into his mouth. I moan and smile down at this ridiculous man.
He repeats the process on the left and I try to hold onto his shoulders for balance. I writhe a little and lean into his face. He releases me with a small gasp and stands up while I step back. He lifts me up and puts me on the bed. I scoot up to the headboard while he quickly undresses.
“No sexy striptease?”
“Who has that kind of time when you’re lying there waiting to be fucked? And not honeymoon phase fucked, but relationship fucked. Not me and I don’t want to find out who those men are who think that’s time better spent.”
His clothes are gone in an instant. And one of my favorite bits springs forward hard and long. He strokes his cock for me and says, “Yup, I’m ready. Let the non-honeymoon phase fucking begin!”
I laugh hard as he pulls at my ankles and I end up lying flat. He crawls onto the bed kissing my ankles, then my shins. And up my body.
“But do we have time for this?”
“I’ve never done this, thought I’d try it.”
“We’ve done it twice today.”
“Sex? Yes. This. No.” My body shudders at his touch as he continues to worship me. To take all of this to a level neither of us has ever been to. It’s that phrase that sounds so corny and cringe, but there’s no other sentiment to explain. I exhale, we’re about to make love.
He moves reverently up my body and gently spreads my legs. He lays between them and then takes his thumb slowly swirling small circles in my tight matching curls. Then he glides over my clit and I buck my hips a little searching for more pressure.
“Patience.”
“Neither of us has that.”
“I’m trying. Turns out the best thing I could imagine came in its own sweet time. Perhaps patience is the thing we’ve been missing.”
Tears threaten to pop up.
“Perhaps,” I say as I stare into his eyes. Without losing eye contact he rounds my clit with his tongue.
“Come here,” I say and he stops what he’s doing. He crawls up my body. “I want to feel the weight of you. I want to feel how you ground me and make me feel significant. I want you to fill me and grind me into the mattress.”
“I’ll always be amused by you, my Kat, and your own brand of sweetness.” His lips find mine in a searing and steady kiss. Not the frenzy of tangled teeth and mashing tongues we’re used to. It’s as if we’re inventing a new way of kissing. He reaches for a condom and I shake him off.
“I’m on the shot, I’m clean, you’re clean I assume.”
“Yes, I want to feel all of you, too.”
He settles on top of me and I exhale. Then our new kiss is back and it takes both of us to another level.
He lines himself up and I whisper, “How?”
“I don’t know.” He pushes in. “So wet and welcoming.” He groans out while continuing to slowly fill me with his cock. I arch my back as his dick brushes by some hidden part of me that belongs only to him.
“So fucking good. This. You.” He slides out and then back in. Not in a hurry but in a way that tells me things we won’t let ourselves say.
I match his rhythm flexing when he’s fully seated and move into him as much as I can. The weight, the feel, the smell and my god the fucking cock of him is all more than I thought I’d ever have. Even if it’s for this one moment in time, he’s mine.
And I’m uncharacteristically all his.
Chapter 57
