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“Why do you want me?” I keep my eyes averted, watching his muscles contract as I run my fingers through his happy trail.
“Look at me.” He grips my chin, tilting my head until I’m looking into those fathomless dark brown eyes of his. “I’ve wanted you since the first time you smiled at me. We were in algebra and you were reading a book instead of paying attention to Mr. Silver. He asked you a question, but you were so engrossed in your book that you didn’t hear him, so I knocked my metal water bottle off my desk. The noise startled you and I—”
“You told me the answer to the question.” I smile up at him.
“Yeah, and you hit me with this smile. It felt like I just scored the winning goal on the soccer field. I can’t describe it, but part of me has always just been drawn to you. Even when you didn’t notice.
“It didn’t stop you from being a dick.”
“No, it didn’t.”
“Do you think it’s possible to love more than one person at once?”
“Yes. It’s not like your heart has a set capacity for love. It just gets bigger the more you add to it.” He runs the back of his fingers down the length of my arm and my entire body comes to life. “What’s with all the questions?”
“Just trying to figure everything out.” I gasp as his fingers move to my nipple, circling the hardened nub as it strains against the thin material of my tank top.
“Are you worried I won’t want you both?” he asks as he cups my breast, continuing to tease my nipples.
“Maybe,” I whisper.
“I’ve never been with a woman, Violet.”
My eyes jolt to his at the confession. I look into them, wondering if he’s telling the truth or if this is all some elaborate ruse. But all that radiates from him is sincerity.
“I’ve only ever wanted one woman and I’m lying beside her in bed right now.” He guides my hand down to his erection. “Proof that I want you. You’re the only one I get hard for. The only one I want to climb inside and stay until I uncover every secret, every desire, every fucking need so I can learn to fulfill them all.”
He rolls on top of me, his lips slanting over mine, claiming me. I part my legs, making room for him to press against me at the apex of my thighs. I can feel every hard line of his body through his thin wool pants and my lightweight sleep shorts.
“Shirt off, love.” He hooks his fingers in my shorts and peels them down my hips.
Blake’s eyes paint my body with desire, each stroke of his gaze stoking the flame of need inside me. All his focus centers on me as he explores my body. He trails a line of exploratory kisses down my neck to my breasts, and the way he pulls, first one, and then the other nipple into his mouth makes my toes curl.
He’s set on giving every inch of my body the attention he thinks it deserves, kissing the soft flesh of my belly. His hair is dark and thick as I run my fingers through it. He settles his shoulders between my thighs, looking up my body with a cocksure smile. If he’s at all nervous he’s far from showing it.
He runs his thumb along my slit in slow, sensual strokes and I whimper when he finally presses against my clit. He spreads me open, ever the thorough student and circles the tiny bud. His eyes move hungrily over my body, learning the cues of my pleasure.
With a dizzying change of pace he presses his mouth over me, his tongue taking the place of his fingers and his digits sliding deep into me. The vibration of his mouth against my clit makes me cry out his name, my thighs closing over his ears as I grind against his mouth.
I reach behind my head for the iron bars of the headboard to hold onto. Explosive hot pleasure builds in my core as he wraps his arms under and around my thighs, pulling me as close as possible to his mouth.
My back bows off the bed when he bites down on my clit, waves of rapture coursing through my body. He licks and strokes me all the way through my orgasm before crawling back up my body, kissing me deeply as I melt into the bed.
I reach down, freeing him from the confines of his pants and wrapping my hand around his cock. He’s so much bigger than I remember. I start to move down to take him in my mouth, but he stops me.
“Ride me.” He stretches out on the bed and pulls me atop him. “Show me what you like.”
Sudden insecurity grips me. The milky mid-afternoon sunlight filters through the window. I don’t even know if I can let go.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” As if he can read my mind, he hits me with praise. “I want to watch you go feral for me.”
He pulls me down for a kiss, his hand in my hair and holding me firmly. The switch flips from a sweet exploration of each other to a dominant demand. When he finally releases me, I lift my hips and he runs his cock through my slick center.
His lips part as he watches me lower myself inch by inch over him. I stay there, reveling in how full I feel with him fully seated inside me. Our eyes meet as I begin to move atop him, my hands gripping his thighs for support.
“Look at how you stretch around my cock, love.” He strokes my clit with this thumb. “Like you were fucking made for it.”
I move my hips with faster, deeper strokes, completely losing myself in the moment. His muscles ripple beneath me as he fights to hold his release until I come. While he circles my clit, I grasp my nipple, pinching hard until I combust in erotic bliss, my pussy clamping and pulsing around him.
