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“Could you come here, please?”
He turns away from the window and quirks an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Please.” I extend my hands, waiting for him to join me by the bed. He does, though his gait is a little slow at first, unsure. He takes my hands, and I pull him closer until his knees touch the mattress.
“What's this all about?”
Rather than respond verbally, I let go of him and take hold of his belt. My eyes remain locked on his while I unbuckle it, then unbutton his pants. “Why are you—?”
“Why are you asking questions?” The truth is, I'm not sure I could explain why if I tried. I'm not even certain it makes sense to me, and I'm the one now lowering Christian's pants and black boxer briefs so I can take him in my hand. He's already semi-hard and getting harder with every stroke.
Is it gratitude? Partly, I'm sure. He's saved my life more than once, even back before I knew him. He didn't have to spare me, but he did. And now his whole life is wrapped up in keeping me safe. How could I not feel grateful?
Besides, I want to be close to him. I crave his nearness, the sweet oblivion that comes when he touches me. I don't have to think of anyone or anything else. I only need to feel.
I take off my shirt and bra, tossing them aside. “Touch me?” I whisper. He takes my breasts in both hands and plays with them while I go back to stroking his now rigid member.
“Put it in your mouth,” he growls, and I'm all too happy to do what he commands. It's different now, better without him forcing me into it. Like before, when all I knew was he was my boyfriend, and I loved him. Someday, I'll get up the nerve to point out how much nicer it is when I'm a willing participant instead of merely somebody having things done to them.
I plunge my head down, then pull back slowly, maintaining tight pressure around his shaft. His deep groan encourages me, making me bold enough to run my tongue around his head before taking him deep again.
“Holy shit. That's incredible.” He massages me, tweaking my nipples and spreading heat through my core. In moments my pussy is wet, aching for him to fill me. I need him inside me. I need him all over me. My head bobs in a steady rhythm, and I can't help but moan around him when I imagine his dick moving like this when he fucks me.
He uses one hand to cup the back of my head, but instead of shoving me down, he only strokes my hair. “So sweet. So good to my cock. Show me what you can do. And if you're good enough, you'll earn yourself a nice, deep fuck. I'll give you the honor of coming on my cock before I come inside you.”
That shouldn't encourage me. The so-called honor of coming on his cock. Just the same, my head bobs faster, my eagerness only growing. My muscles clench in anticipation of what's to come, my excitement oozing from me and soaking my panties.
“I can almost smell you,” he grunts, thumbing my nipple faster than ever while the fingers of his other hand tug at my hair. It's unreal, the sensations racing through me, making the hair on my arms stand up and sending goose bumps racing up my legs.
“Are you wet for me, Siân?” I moan out my response and he groans. “Fuck yes, that's nice. Do that again.” This time, I emit a long, deep moan that makes him growl like an animal and tense up all over.
He slips out of my mouth an instant later, glistening with my saliva. “Get on your knees on the bed.” I catch sight of him fisting his cock before I turn my back to him, positioning myself the way he asked. He yanks my pants and panties down to my knees in one motion, not bothering to strip me all the way before sinking into my dripping tunnel. I rock forward from the force of his first thrust, gasping.
“You’re already close. I can feel it.” He takes me by the hips, pulling me in while driving himself hard, deep. “So fucking tight. Squeezing me. Are you almost ready to come?”
“Mmm, yes… yes, I am...” I lean down, one arm under my forehead, giving over to him. Letting him take control because I know in the end it'll be worth it. Craving the way his fingers dig into me so hard it might leave a bruise. Even craving that bruise because it will be a reminder of this. Forgetting everything for a little while in favor of pleasure.
“You get off on sucking my cock, Siân?” He hits me with a series of shallow, rapid thrusts that leave me squealing, the tension rising every time he hits my G-spot.
