Chapter 13
Missy
Ifelt his hand land on my hip and squeeze my skin. I pushed up on my thighs, then froze as something occurred to me. “Do you have a condom? I’m on the pill but—”
He rolled to the side and grabbed one from the nightstand. That told me something about him right there.
“I’m clean and I trust you, but let’s not tempt fate,” he told me.
Smart. I ripped the package open and fumbled it over Blair’s eager dick before lifting myself up.
He grabbed himself by the base, and I lowered myself onto him in one fluid motion.
A tingling sensation shot through my body and to my toes as he bottomed out against me.
Not being able to see him, or touch anything but his legs with my hands, was sort of strange, but with zero self-conscious thoughts in my head, I tilted my hips forward then back.
“Fuck, that feels good.” His voice was breathy and deep. His hand found its way between my thighs again, and he hit the exact spot I needed friction.
I bucked back and ground forward, using him and pleasing him at the same time.
The sounds he made grew rougher, his fingers digging deeper into my hip.
The pressure was building faster than it ever had.
It was like the entire day had been foreplay, and the main event was going to explode out of me with a few more circles of his clever fingers.
He pushed his hips up to meet mine, and I fell over the edge. My back bowed, my mouth opened, and white-hot heat poured out from my center and through my extremities. As the aftershocks jerked their way through me, Blair pulled out, pushed himself up to a seated position, and tossed me forward.
“Now let me set the pace,” he said.
I ended up on my hands and knees, dazed and limp from my orgasm but already tensing in anticipation of what would come next.
His hand landed between my shoulder blades and he pushed my chest to the mattress.
He entered me again with an angle that got him so much deeper than before.
He let out a guttural groan, and sparks ignited in my core.
He picked up the speed, pulling out of me and crashing back in. “Fucking hell, your ass is perfect.” He planted a kiss on my lower back. “Come for me one more time, Missy. I need to feel you squeezing my dick.”
I had never come twice during sex, but his gravelly voice and the dirty things he was saying were working for me in a way I never expected.
I pushed my hips back to meet his, arching my back to get the best angle.
He leaned his body over me, and I could feel the warm skin of his chest along my back, the chest hair abrading my skin.
He reached down and caressed my breast, and I was lost again.
“Blair,” I choked out, my face mashed into the bed, my hair a scattered mess around my shoulders.
“You did so good, baby.”
I was panting and sweating and pushing back against him to get every last drop of pleasure he had to give.
“I’m going to come,” he grunted out, his movements growing more erratic.
Then he came. A long, strangled groan left his lips, and he shuddered behind me.
He rested against my back as my heart rate came down.
All too soon, I felt him kiss my shoulder and pull out.
My body felt empty from the loss. He discarded the condom, and when he came back, I was half comatose laying on my stomach.
I didn’t know if he could see the stretch marks on my sides or my muffin top.
I didn’t care if he could see that my boobs sagged a little from my failed attempt at breastfeeding.
All I knew was that felt fucking good, and after the last year or two, I deserved to feel good. Even if it was just for a little while.
He planted a kiss on my shoulder and laid next to me. “Was that okay?”
I scoffed. “Okay? Blair, I haven’t come that hard in my entire life. You’re going to have to wash these sheets twice to get rid of every trace of how good it was.”
He laughed. “That wasn’t really what I meant. I hate that you aren’t comfortable with me seeing you or touching you.”
I pushed up onto my elbow, automatically pulling a bit of the blanket up and over my middle. “It isn’t you. It’s everyone and anyone.”
He searched my face in the dark. “Did someone say something to you, or is this all pressure you put on yourself?”
I shrugged and looked away. “Always looking your best is how my mom raised me, I guess.”
He leaned in. “I think you look your best right now. Naked, satisfied, and laying in my bed.” He kissed me with no hesitation. Just as I opened my mouth to invite his tongue inside, I heard a small cooing sound, and I knew time was up. I pulled back.
“I think Sophia’s awake.”
His brows came together. “Really, I didn’t hear—”
Then the wailing started.