7. Chapter 7
Spyridoula
Iwasn’t ready for that, but I wasn’t going to deny it.
Had I been thinking about it? Wishing for it?
Yup, far more than I care to admit. But I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with it too because this was about him, not just me.
And I didn’t know if I pushed something if he would see it as maybe destroying the friendship or something.
“Stop thinking,” he whispered against my lips as he broke the kiss.
“I’m just making sure this is right?”
I opened my eyes to look at him, a grin on his face, and I returned it, making my dimple pop even more. His thumb brushed over it before he nodded.
“It's right, Spy. I think it’s always been right between us.”
With that, I wrapped my hands around his neck and hauled him to me again, kissing him deeper.
When we were younger, I had imagined this, having him kiss me and touch me, but I never wanted to ruin the solid friendship we had because no one was like him and I wouldn’t have someone like him in my life again.
Even now that we were back to being good friends, I still wasn’t certain I wanted to rock the boat, but I also couldn’t deny myself anymore.
I’ve wanted him for far too long and I was happy to take it now.
I rolled him on his back, letting my tongue swirl with his as his hands ran over my back and down to my ass, cupping it to rock against him.
I moaned as I felt the hardness poking through and couldn't help but grind against it, making him growl.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep that up,” he breathed, moving to kiss down my neck and I grinned, doing it again. “Stop,” he ordered, smacking my ass and this time the noise escaped my throat. “Oh, did someone like that?”
“Yes, do it again.”
He laughed as he nipped at my neck at the same time that he slapped my ass again and I let out a bigger moan.
“No one is around to hear you; you better not hold back.”
He rolled me back, his lips working back down my throat and I let his words play in my head. No one was around us so I could be as loud as I wanted, something I never got to do.
“Do you mind loudness?”
“Not one bit, babe,” he said, working my shirt over my head and then teasing a nipple through my bra. “The more I hear, the more turned on I get. So please do whatever you’d like, I won’t stop you or tell you no.”
I arched against his mouth as my nails scraped down the back of his neck.
“Noted,” I breathed, closing my eyes to the pleasure he was giving me. And I wasn’t even naked.
Finally, I sat up to undo my bra, tossing it aside, and before I could think, his mouth was on me again, making my head spin. His teeth tugged on my nipple and I moaned, holding his head to me.
“Shit, you are responsive."
All I could do was nod.
My nipples were insanely sensitive and there were times I could come just from having them played with; though it was rare.
“Ajax,” I whined. I could feel the grin on his face as he moved to the other nipple and I cried out. “Damn it.”
“What is it?”
“Feel me,” I ordered, spreading my legs wider for him. He pulled back to strip me down and run his fingers over my pussy and his eyes widened from the wetness there.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sticking his fingers in his mouth. “Shit, you taste so good.”
“You have no idea what you did with my nipples and now I’m so close.”
I watched as he took his sweet time slipping out of his own clothes and I realized that he was giving me time to calm down. I narrowed my eyes, making him laugh before he climbed over me.
“Don’t worry, babe, I got you.”
“My pussy is tingling.”
“That’s a good sign.” His tongue snaked out and flicked against my bottom lip, leaving the taste of me on my mouth. “I’ll get you worked up all over again.”
His head descended to my breasts, tongue and teeth teasing one while his hand moved over fondling the other. He tugged on both of them just as he sipped into me and I went cross-eyed with the pleasure he was ringing from my body with that.
“Oh, shit,” I cried, digging my nails into his shoulders.
There weren't any words I could even use to describe the pleasure I was getting. Or the way he was working my body.
I just knew I didn’t want him to stop.
“You feel incredible,” he said, flattening his tongue to stroke my nipple.
“You’re going to kill me,” I finally got out, arching against his mouth and hand.
“What a way to go, huh? Never did a death scene by sex, but it sure sounds like fun.”
I opened my eyes to glare at him, his teasing killing me.
I wrapped my leg around his hip, shifted the weight, and put him on his back, sliding down ever so slowly on his hard dick again.
With a wicked grin, I rocked my hips against him, making his hands fly to my hips. He applied pressure, as if he thought he was going to control this.
“You won’t win,” I told him, enjoying the look of torture on his face.
“Want to bet? Don’t you know that you shouldn’t test me?”
I tossed a wink at him as I kept on with my slow and teasing pace. He groaned, his hands grabbing my hips again, but I held steady, enjoying the look on his face.
Was I being wicked?
Damn right.
Because sometimes you just need to be. And if he wanted to be that way with me, then I was going to do it right back and he wasn’t going to have a say.
Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe.
But he sat up, his mouth and hands going straight for my nipples as he pushed upward. I groaned, shifting to try to hold onto the control but his free hand found my clit and my eyes crossed in pleasure.
“Let me feel you let go, babe. It’s the thing I always dreamed of, and I want to feel it now.”
“Harder,” was all I got out.
He groaned in understanding and his teeth and fingers tugged even harder on my nipples as he thrusted up.
I shattered, crying out his name to the night sky, a collision of feelings slamming through me under my favorite image.
His cries echoed mine as he followed, his release filling me and I wasn’t sure what to think, other than it was perfect, and prayed I wasn’t the only one who thought that.
I collapsed on him, my head on his chest as his arms wrapped around me and I couldn't help but silently wonder what this meant for our future. Where did we go from here?
I knew what I wanted, and I had a guess he did too, but I'm sure he felt the same; our friendship came first.