Chapter 51 #2
I squeeze my eyelids shut to rinse the shampoo, and when I open them, he’s still in front of me. Only now his hand is on his erection.
He winks, giving himself another stroke before moving closer and capturing my lips with his. We stand there kissing, steam forming on the shower door. His hands slide down to squeeze my ass, his arousal pressed against my belly.
I kiss my way down his chest, sinking onto my knees. He groans when I take him in my mouth and slide my tongue over his tip. The heat of the shower has an intoxicating foggy effect on me, making me moan hungrily around his cock.
I’m disappointed when he yanks me up and grinds out, “We need a bed.”
He carries me, dripping wet and naked, to the bedroom, and I laugh when he throws me onto the mattress. He explores my body with his mouth, teasing my flesh as he trails his lips down my stomach to the juncture of my thighs.
“Spread for me, baby,” he whispers.
I do, and then his mouth is between my legs, teasing, driving my pleasure.
He feasts like he has all the time in the world.
Slow and seductive, each flick of his tongue bringing me closer to the edge.
It feels even more thrilling because I know it’s not going to end with this.
He’s priming me, getting me ready for something we’ve deprived each other of for too long now, but there are no self-imposed obstacles anymore.
He’s not holding himself back, and neither am I.
When I start rocking my hips against his face, he chuckles and wrenches his mouth away, drawing a frustrated cry from my lips.
“I’m so close,” I complain.
“Good,” he responds, then licks a stripe up my stomach and kisses my nipple before nuzzling his face in my neck.
Breathing hard, he guides himself inside me, and I gasp when I feel him press in. It’s an excruciatingly slow glide. Inch by inch. Dragging out the anticipation until finally he thrusts his hips and buries himself deep.
“Hellfuck,” he groans.
I smile at his taut features. “Everything keen there, ace?”
“Why did we wait so long?”
“That’s a you question. I was ready ages ago.”
“You’re right. I was an idiot. It was a horrible mistake. I should have been inside you from the moment you got here.”
My laughter fades when he pulls his hips back before thrusting again. It feels so good that my mind fragments. All I can focus on is the place where we’re joined. I scrape my nails down his back as he fucks me, his hips moving faster.
Just as the pleasure is gathering in my core again, he lets out an expletive and rolls us over so he’s on his back and I’m sitting astride him.
“I’m gonna finish if we keep doing that,” he mumbles. “I have no control. You need to tease me for a bit.”
I peer down, enjoying the agony on his face. “What makes you think I have control? Have you met me?”
He croaks with laughter.
Still, I do my best. If he wants to make it last, I’m determined to make it last for him. I skim my palms over his chest, my fingertips dancing over his flat nipples while my hips slowly roll in a gentle, teasing grind.
“Is that good?”
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
He’s never been more attractive to me than in this moment. Those hooded eyes peeking up at me. His teeth biting into his lower lip. The lust sizzling in his expression, and behind it, something deeper. Something that might normally scare me away but tonight only heightens my own pleasure.
I’m not using him, I realize. Not that I believed I was, but a tiny part of me feared that I’m only with him to prove something to myself. But I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him right now.
I still the movements of my hips and lean forward, pressing my lips to his. When his tongue comes out to taste mine, we both make a desperate, needy sound.
I lift my head, opening my mouth to speak, but the words are trapped somewhere deep inside me, lost behind the sudden rush of emotion.
“I’m happy you’re alive,” I finally whisper.
“Hmm?”
“I’m glad you didn’t really die in the explosion.” I swallow hard. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’m glad I’m here, too.” He grins at me. “Now ride me.”
“That was a missed opportunity.”
“What?”
“You told me to ride you, but you didn’t call me cowgirl.”
“Forgive me if I’m too focused on the feel of you squeezing my dick with your tight—”
He cuts off abruptly when I slam down on him and start moving in earnest again.
His hands grip my waist, eyes locked on mine, and soon he starts thrusting upward, meeting my now erratic strokes.
I shift the angle so that the swollen bundle of nerves at my core scrapes his pelvis, and it immediately succeeds in unleashing tingles throughout my whole body.
“I don’t think I can tease anymore.” A whimper slides out, making him smile.
“It’s okay, let go. I got you.”
His fingers dig into my hips, and we’re kissing when the orgasm pulses through me. He follows right after, grunting against my mouth as his hips jerk.
My heart is beating fast, and I catch my breath as I collapse on his chest. He strokes my back. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat. And I realize I’m glad we took this long to get here.
It was worth the wait.