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My eyes fly open. “Well, that’s a completely different situation.” I step under the spray, and by the time my hair is suds-free, Blake’s ready with a soapy washcloth, rubbing lazy circles over my chest in a delicious, dual-purpose body massage. Once again, I’m putty in his hands, allowing him to move me wherever and however he wants.
No one has ever treated me so singularly before, like I’m precious, and cherished. I am absolutely here for every moment of it. “Alright, you’re clean. Rinse, please.” I linger under the spray in a happy haze and only notice Blake is almost finished washing himself when I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently shifting me so he can rinse.
I pout. Forcefully. “What if I wanted to return the favor?” I trail a finger down his soapy chest.
He takes my hand in his and kisses my fingertip. “Next time. I promise.” When I continue pouting, he places a soft kiss on the wet skin of my shoulder, then another, and another, trailing kisses up my neck until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Right now, I’d rather be naked with you in my bed.”
12
Stef
Blakerinsesoffunderthe hot spray, his gaze devouring me like I’m a snacc. Which I am, so it’s totally acceptable and makes me forget all about naked shower time in favor of other naked activities.
He shuts off the water and hands me a towel. I cursorily run it over my body before tossing it on the sink top and dashing past him to fling myself onto his gloriously large and ridiculously comfortable bed. Blake exits the bathroom at a more sedate pace, toweling the dampness from his hair, giving me the most amazing view of his naked body. I take my time, looking at all of him, patting the space next to me in case he has any doubts where he’s supposed to be. “Are you still okay with me topping?”
He saunters over to the bed, lazily arranging himself on the mattress exactly where I’ve indicated. Mental note to self—Blake takes instructions well. He rolls onto his side and props himself up on an elbow. “I’m yours to do with as you will.” Oooooh, that’s a loaded offer. One I plan to take full advantage of at some point.
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, I do apologize. I hadn’t realized we were bringing out our flowery language. I shall endeavor to keep up.”
He growls playfully and hooks an arm around my waist, hauling me against him. I let out an undignified shriek of laughter and press my hands against his chest to stabilize myself. That leads to stroking his chest, because mmmm so much chest hair. “Gods, you’re so freaking sexy, Blake. I love touching you.” I capture his lips with my own, wriggling closer until we’re pressed together from chest to thighs, with our cocks nestled deliciously side by side. “And kissing you.”
Blake moans into my mouth, his hands smoothing over my skin as he rocks his hips, sliding our cocks together. “Fuck, that’s good.”
It really is, and I can’t get enough. I match his rhythm, rolling my hips as I glide my fingers through his thick chest hair to tease his nipple, squeezing gently as I grind against him. Blake moans again, and gods, it’s intoxicating. My voice is breathless and I’m so turned on, my cock is leaking everywhere. “You like when I do that?” I press my forehead to his and inhale sharply as he smooths his hand down my back and over my butt, kneading gently.
Blake nods distractedly, most of his focus on grinding against me. Who can blame him? It feels incredible. “I do.”
So I do it again, tweaking his nipple just so I can hear him moan. “Where else are you sensitive?” I brush my fingertips across his pecs and through the fur of his happy trail, veering off to ghost down his sides. He giggles. He actually giggles, jerking away, grabbing for my hands. “Oh my gods. Blake, are you ticklish?”
He latches onto my wrists, trying to pull my hands away from his body while laughing. “Yes, and donottickle me.”
The poor man doesn’t understand what he’s just done. “You know that’s like waving a ‘please tickle me’ sign in front of my face, right?” I’m sorely tempted to do it again. Laughing during sex can be wonderful and, well, sexy. Sex is supposed to be fun. Instead, I lean into him, forcing him onto his back, straddling his thighs. “Ha! Now you’re mine.” His beautiful eyes darken and his mouth goes slack as my hands drift down his arms and over his torso, fingers dipping lower to tease through the coarse curls at the base of his cock. “Tell me what you like.”
His hips thrust up, chasing my touch as I caress his balls. “Fuck, Stef. That. I like that. I like you touching me.”
Far be it from me to deny my darling what he wants. I wrap my hand around his thick cock, sliding his foreskin up and down in languid strokes. “Do you like when I touch you like this?” He does. I can see it in the way his eyes half-close and his pulse thrums in his neck.
“Yes. God, yes.” He grabs my arms, pulling me down into a passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a possessiveness that makes my dick hard as steel and eager for his touch.
He spreads his legs, and I slot myself between them, slowly kissing my way down his trembling body. “How about this?” My lips brush against his warm skin as I tease him with my mouth and my words. “Does this feel good?” I lick a long stripe over his abs. “Or this?” I nuzzle into the crook of his thigh, inhaling his musky scent. Gods, I love the way he smells. It’s spicy and delicious and makes me want to do so many wonderfully dirty things to him.
“I love whatever you want to do to me.” Blake’s voice is soft and a little tentative. I lift my head and consider him. Is this his way of telling me he has a submissive streak? Hmmm. Something to explore in the future.
“Do you have supplies?” He pushes up on his elbows and reaches for the bedside table drawer, pulling out a half-full bottle of lube and a cellophane-wrapped box of condoms. He tosses them on the bed and I wink at him. “I love a man who’s prepared.”
He snorts. “Would you rather I wasn’t?”
“Nope. I’m absolutely serious. Planning ahead is sexy.” I run the tip of my nose up the length of his cock and hear his sharp inhalation. “So incredibly sexy.” The tip is already wet with precum, and I glide my thumb through it, spreading the slick over the head, pulling his cock toward my mouth. Hovering a hair’s breadth away from him, my lips parted tantalizingly close, I exhale, my warm breath wafting over his skin. Blake shivers and gods, he’s so freaking sexy. I wiggle against the comforter, trying to find a little relief from the ache settling in my balls and glance up his body, meeting his gaze.
He’s practically panting, his eyes locked on my mouth as I slowly lick my lips, taunting him. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart.” His voice is rough and strained. It’s beyond tempting, and I want more.
I drag his foreskin down, revealing the wet head of his cock, and the need to taste him is overpowering. Slowly, my eyes never leaving his, I suck him into my mouth, moaning as his precum hits my tongue. It’s salty and sweet and makes my mouth tingle. Gods, I love sucking cock. I love suckingBlake’scock. And watching him watch me, having this much of his undivided attention, is intense and intimate and I need more. I swirl my tongue around the crown, dipping the tip into the slit. Blake’s eyes widen, and the way his breath catches is perfect. I freaking love it. I’m vibrating from head to toe, my own cock aching and in desperate need of attention.
Blake slides his fingers into my hair, gently resting his palm against my head. “Fuck.” His voice is low and almost reverent, like he can’t believe this is happening. How long has it been since someone did this for him? It doesn’t matter, because after I’m done with him he won’t remember any of those others, anyway. I hollow my cheeks and bob my head, continuing to meet his gaze. “Stef. Sweetheart, you look so fucking good. Your mouth feels amazing.”
His words light me up, going right to my balls. Good grief, I guess I have a praise kink now. ABlake-praise kink, anyway. I smile around my mouthful, steadily sinking lower, my lips and tongue sucking and teasing greedily. Each moan sends waves of pleasure racing down my spine. I grind my hips into the mattress and wrap my fist around the base of his cock. When he slides toward the back of my throat, I suck harder, letting him slip a little deeper before hollowing my cheeks and pulling up. I’d love to deep throat him, but it’s been too long since I’ve done that, and I’d probably choke and embarrass myself. So I stick to sucking him in a slow, torturous rhythm, greedily wanting the taste of him on my tongue, needing to hear his moans and grunts as I feast on his cock.
Blake pushes up on his elbows, watching with rapt attention, and I’m more than happy to put on a show. I’d gladly suck, lick, and stroke his cock until he’s at the edge of reason, moaning my name, white-knuckling the sheets. “Stef, god sweetheart, slow down or you’re gonna make me come.”
