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“Shit, Dorian, I’m going to come.”
“Come all over my face, baby. I want to taste every bit of you.” Her hips buck upward and a low, breathy groan escapes her mouth as she peaks. Her swollen lips pulse against my own as I drink her in, barely able to stop myself from licking and sucking her gorgeous slit.
When Thea sits up unexpectedly, I move backward. She reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. Her red painted fingernails tickle the hot flesh of my torso.
“Your body is amazing, Dorian. Chopping wood is quite the workout.”
I lean forward, pressing a kiss onto her sweet, supple lips. “It’s your body that’s amazing, Thea. So soft,” I kiss one breast. “Womanly.” Then the other. “I want more of you.”
She smiles up at me, hair hanging over one shoulder like a vintage pin up. When her fingers tug at my belt, sending my jeans and boxer briefs to the floor, that’s all the encouragement I need.
7
Thea
This wonderful,gorgeous man who has been through so much, now living to help others around him, is also the best damn kisser I’ve ever experienced. He bites and sucks at my lips. He helps me off the couch and I wrap my arms around him, so ready to feel him deep inside of me.
“I’m so glad I didn’t check the weather.” I lick my lips, as he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.
“Irresponsible,” he teases, as we cross into his room. “But worked out in my favor.” He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me again. By the time we make it to the bed, I’m dripping down the sides of my legs. It’s a strange thought that crosses my mind, but in this moment, as he heads to his drawer and pulls out protection, I don’t even care if he uses it. It’s as if I can see myself with Dorian forever. Being his wife. Having his children.
A wave of embarrassment rushes through me as he turns back toward me. I know he can’t read my mind. Part of me wishes he could. It’d be easier than telling him how crazy I am about him after just meeting him.
He lays me on my back, my hair splaying out on his pillow. “I could stare at you all night.”
“I’m stuck here.” I tease. “You have to.”
His six pack shakes when he laughs. I’m amazed by his body, thinking his marble hard physique is only reserved for professional athletes and steroidal gym rats. I can’t stop touching his torso. His strong pecs and the way the groove between them dips into a little valley. His smooth, sculpted shoulder blades. Everything about this man is perfect, but he’s far from it. He’s had his issues and dammit, that makes him even more lovable.
Dorian brushes a stray strand of hair away from my face before pressing his weight on top of me, making me feel overpowered and protected at the same time. I gasp when his tip finds my opening, sliding in quickly from how soaked I am.
“Are you okay?” His eyes dance between mine and for some reason I feel like crying. I bite back the sob, unable to explain this sudden wash of emotion, and nod.
“Never fucking better.”
Dorian shoots me his biggest grin yet, then presses his forehead against mine. I stretch my chin, catching his lips with mine, and he presses further into me. My eyes squeeze shut as he inches his way in, deeper and deeper. So far that I’m sure it’ll never stop, but eventually it does and pure pleasure takes over.
Our hips find a common rhythm. Soon, we’re making love like we’ve done this a million times. The level of comfort between us feels supernatural. He gazes into my eyes, as I gently rake my nails across his shoulder blades.
“You feel like heaven.” He kisses the bridge of my nose. Dorian’s length fills me up, going deeper than anyone’s ever gone. It’s tapping more than just my spot, it’s hitting some emotional depth I’ve never felt before.
We fuck like it’s our last night on earth together. Who knows? It might be? This could be a one off situation. So, I take advantage of it. We both do.
He takes me from behind, gripping my breasts and moaning into my ear. I straddle him, grinding my hips so hard into his pelvis that I nearly rub myself raw. We end up with him on top of me. I’m breathless, helpless.
“Dorian,” I moan, sensing that familiar feeling quake through me, rocking my core and leaving me defenseless.
“Me too, baby.” He grunts, and presses so deep into me. He knows how to hit just the right spot. Stars dance behind my eyes as we both release at the same time.
Out of breath, sticky, and sore, I pull Dorian down on top of me. His heart races against mine. I realize this is what it should feel like.Thisis making love.
“Thea?”
“Yeah.”
“That was…”
“Yeah.” I draw circles on his back. He’s so still I think maybe he’s fallen asleep until he rolls off of me and pulls me into a spooning position. His warm arms embrace me. I close my eyes, sinking into the feeling. It’s the first time tonight I’ve felt fully comfortable.
