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“What are you doing?” He groans as I hold him away from me.
“Just admiring you.” My fingers trace the defined lines of his abs and I smile when he shivers. “Is that a problem?” There’s no give to his flesh and when I trail my nails across the waistband of his trousers, a tortured groan sounds from his lips.
“Well.” He grinds against me with a deliciously slow roll of his hips and I gasp at the sensation. “Kinda.”
And then his lips are against mine, and I am pushing his sweats away, and his fingers are teasing me again as my pulse races.
“Condoms?” His voice is strained as I move my hand over him slowly, stroking and teasing while his fingers run down my thigh.
“Bathroom cabinet.”
He kisses me again before pulling away from me. There is a moment, just one, between us when he stands where he doesn’t try to move. He doesn’t breathe. He simply looks at me with so much love and wonder that my heart constricts and I wonder how I have gone my entire life not knowing how it feels to be looked at like this. His eyes don’t roam over my body or stray from my face. Instead, he stares right into my eyes as a soft smile dawns over his lips and a tender warmth takes root in all of the damaged cracks of my heart. He leans in one last time and I know he hears how my breath hitches as he kisses me with the softest of touches. “When I get back that t-shirt better be long gone, Little Mik.”
He walks away and I whisper a response. “Yes, Sir.”
He stops in the doorway, his back to me, and I lay watching him move. Every inch of him is well-chiselled perfection - a piece of art he has worked hard to create - and my chest squeezes when he turns to face me.
Mine. All of that is mine.
“If you call me that again, Mikaela, I will not be held accountable for what I do.”
There is something deliciously desperate hidden in his eyes, a tugging need or want that surfaces with that word, and under his gaze, I feel heat rise in my cheeks. I nod silently and he chuckles.
This is going to be interesting.
Irollmyhips,moving over him at an almost painfully slow pace as my fingers grip his shoulders and he nips the skin of my throat.
“Just like that,” he growls.
He squeezes my hips, pushing me over him as I moan, hitting the spot that has pleasure twisting within me, and then strokes my skin again. Like this he has all of the control and every movement, every lift of his hips as he moves beneath me, never letting me have the release that I want, but teasing me with it in every move. Every kiss of his lips against my breasts sends me spiralling further and this time, as he grips my ass tightly, I think he might let me finish. And then he lifts me off of him; the lack of contact jarring me to my senses and silencing the bliss.
“No, I -” A short burst of shocked laughter rips from my chest as he lifts me up and throws me onto the couch. He moves with determination, his eyes lingering on my throat as his fingers scratch up my leg and he hooks my knee against his waist. He presses against me and I gasp as he bites playfully at my neck while his other hand strokes his length slowly.
“I want you to do something for me, Mikaela.”
I gulp.
“I’m not going to finish everything I want to do to you -” He rubs the head of himself over me, eliciting a whimper of desire, and grins. ”- until you make yourself come.”
“What?” I blink what feels like one hundred times as his words sink into my mind and his teeth sink into my flesh again.
“Show me what you like, Mikaela.” His voice is velvet against my defences as his breath fans against my chest and his tongue swirls over my nipple. “Please.”
This is crazy. He knows what I like. I like everything he does to me.
I can’t.
“Come on, Mik,” he purrs into my throat as he takes my hand with the one he just had wrapped around himself and moves it slowly down my stomach. “Let me watch you let go.”
Ben
I breathe the words against her skin before kissing her gently, my tongue brushing against the seam of her lips, my hand guiding her lower.
My body is fighting electricity as I pull my hand away from her and hold my breath. I want to watch her, to see the spoils of her hard work, before losing myself inside her. I want my Mikaela to be free, and beautiful, and so fucking blissed out that she forgets everything that has ever made her feel any less. I want to pull her out of all of the shit that swims behind those incredible green eyes every time she thinks for a moment too long and, selfishly, I want to see her come apart with my name on her lips and her fingers inside of her just because I asked her to. I want everything she will give me, and as her fingers swipe over her clit, I am terrified I’ll break this moment if I so much as fucking breathe.
She’s incredible. Absolutely incredible.
She begins slowly, rubbing sensuous circles over herself, and I pull my entire body away from her. She’s laying before me, legs spread, with every single inch of her on display and I can’t tear my eyes away from the way her fingers move. She touches herself with the gentlest of strokes before slipping her fingers down, inserting one and then another, and her lips part with a breathy moan. Her head presses back into the cushions and her eyes close as she moves her other hand down slowly, her fingernails dragging down her body and leaving tiny pink trails for my eyes to devour.
