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“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against his lips. I don’t care if guys shouldn’t be called beautiful. I want to call him beautiful, and I do. Because he is that and so much more. “You’re so gorgeous, Leon. Inside and out.”You’re so mine, husband. Even if you don’t know it yet.
Whoa. Alpha female thoughts, much?I’ve never had that going on before, but it’s true. It’s not that I’ll do anything to keep him or make him realize he’s mine. That’s not what that thought means. It’s that I want to show him. I want to know him. There are so many other words that rhyme that could be filled in there, but I’ll just cut it off now.
The point is, I want more time, and I’m going to fight like crazy to get it.
Because this is special, this is right. And Leon has been alone for a long time. I don’t want him to have to be alone anymore. Not alone and not lonely and not in pain.
Pain.
“Are you okay?” I can’t help but rock against him again, making him growl viciously when my slickness collides with his cockhead. I stroke my hand along his jaw, looking into his eyes.
“I’m okay.”
“Your head—”
“Doesn’t hurt. Well, not that one, at any rate.”
Sex jokes? Sex puns? Did he just kind of do both there? I’m impressed. I like the devilish glint in his eyes. It makes me stroke my hand down his length, smearing some of the moisture that’s coating his head, so it makes my hand travel easily. I love that he’s soaking wet too. After I stroke him down and back up, I bring my hand to my mouth and flick my tongue against my palm, tasting the saltiness of him. I hum with pleasure and desire. I love how he tastes. I want to take him in my mouth—take him as far as I can—suck him until his hands are tearing at my hair and his hips are pumping wildly, and he comes down my throat.
“Darby…” It’s like he can tell what I’m thinking. Maybe it’s pretty obvious since I realize I’m trailing my tongue over my bottom lip, licking off the remnants of his slickness.
“Leon…”
I guide him to me, and he’s already thrusting, already lining up his hips with my center and pushing inside. He braces me up against the cabin, keeping one hand behind my back to protect me from rough wood and slivers. I have never in my life had sex like this, and I am so excited that I feel as soon as he gets in, it’s going to be all over.
“Want you so bad,” Leon rasps near my ear. He drops his head and suckles my neck as I wrap my hands around his neck and hang on. I try to keep my feet on the floor because I don’t want to seem extremely overeager by climbing him like he’s a palm tree with rather delicious coconuts or bananas or something at the top. Yes, I know bananas don’t grow on palm trees. I’m just saying.
My mind is kind of sex-addled at the moment, okay?
“You’re sure this is okay?” His cock is right there. Right. There.
“Yes. More than sure,” I reply with a moan.
I kiss him hard, my tongue gliding along the length of his. When his head tilts back, I keep going. I dig my nails into his shoulder and thrust my hips against his. One big hand dips down to palm my ass, kneading the cheek and my hip but also drawing me close. He breaks the kiss, grabs my hip with his other hand too, and hauls me up so he can eliminate the height difference between us that might have been an issue.
“I might be bad at it,” he whispers into my ear. “I haven’t done this in uh…well, an embarrassingly long time. It’s easier for me…with how I am…it’s just easier to take care of my own needs.”
I nearly come at the thought of him stroking his cock, bringing himself to orgasm, his hands and body sticky with his spent arousal after. In my mind, there is no sex filer. And in real life, I’m much tamer. But I plan to change that, starting with doing this up against my family cabin while a storm rages on the other side of the porch. If this isn’t the start of getting bolder and enjoying myself more, then I don’t know what is.
“Not possible,” I pant as I stare up into his beautiful face. “Not possible at all.”
“It might be all over pretty fast. I want you so badly.”
I shiver. His hips are poised, and he’s right there. With just one hot stroke, he’d be buried inside me. His eyes are so huge, and his pupils are so big and dark. I love the way his lips are slightly swollen from kissing. My face is probably a wreck from the kisses, from the scratch of the stubble on his cheeks against my tender skin, and my eyes are probably blown too. Our hair is still wet, and mine is probably full of sand. I’m likely a good darn mess, but that’s okay. That’s seriously okay with me.
“It’s okay. I want you too, even if you’re clumsy, even if it’s over fast. I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about, um…well, if you can’t pull out on time.”
“Oh god.”
“Please, Leon. Please get inside me now.”
He lets out a long breath, and then he’s sliding inside me. He’s not all hard thrusts and giving me way too much, too fast. Instead, he pushes in slowly, letting me feel all of him. And there’s uh…a lot of him—long, hard, thick. I’m stretched too far, too full, and he’s not even halfway in yet. I’m pinned between the cabin and him, my much smaller body struggling to take him. I throw my head back and whimper as I claw at his shoulders and fist his hair, trying to bring him close to me, so he doesn’t worry about hurting me and stopping.
He’s not clumsy. Not one bit. I can feel him throbbing and his body trembling against me, probably because he wants to do what he’s not doing and go ballistic on my ass, or rather, my va-jay, until I’m a pulverized, deliciously sobbing mess.
When Leon seats himself inside me, pushing in until I can feel the heat of his body pressed right against mine, he stops. He shudders, trembles, and breathes hard while I’m a panting, writhing mess. He gets the memo that I’m okay, and I wouldn’t mind more, and he pulls out, only to push back in, deeper than before, and I let out a sound that’s garbled and mumbled, screaming a long yessssss.
“God, you’re so gorgeous.”
