R.E.S.P.E.C.T. #2
The towel shifts and I gasp into the kiss; my hands fly to the knot at my chest to hold it in place, but he doesn’t move. He kisses his way to my neck.
“You smell like my shampoo.”
“It was the only one in the shower.”
“I like it… I like it a lot,” He presses his nose to my neck and inhales deeply. “But I miss how soft and heavenly you smell when you use yours. I need to get multiple bottles of yours and keep them here.”
He flicks his tongue against the shell of my ear, and my body shudders. My arms move from the towel without thinking, and I clutch the sides of his soft gray cotton shirt. “Love having you here. Love coming home to you in my shower, in my towel, and God… Riley…”
“E-Easton…”
“Yeah…”
He kisses me carefully, his hand moving to the side of my neck. My hands fist on his shirt, pulling him into me, and the sound he makes wracks my entire being.
His hand slides down. Down my shoulder. Down to the loose knot on the towel, and he waits. My hand covers his, and I move them until it loosens.
The towel hits the floor between us, and he doesn't look down right away. He keeps his eyes on mine for one slow second.
Then he looks.
He growls, and trails his hand lower, between my breasts, down to my waist. His free hand sweeps across my ass and he lifts me. He picks me up under the thighs, and I wrap my legs around his hips on instinct.
He gently sets me down on the bed, and his mouth returns to mine briefly. His lips trail down my throat, to the valley of my breasts. He takes one hard nipple into his mouth and sucks gently, with his eyes fixed on mine.
I throw my head back in pleasure, but find myself looking down again, transfixed by this man, and the raw desire etched on his face.
He flicks his tongue against the hard nub and pulls back to undress.
He unbuttons his shirt, and I watch.
I have seen him shirtless, and asleep on this bed. I’ve seen him in all of his naked glory, in the dimly lit living room, standing over me, eyes burning with arousal.
But I haven’t seen him strip in the afternoon light from his own bedroom window, slowly, on purpose, with his eyes on mine the whole time.
His jeans go next. Then he's on the bed with me.
He kisses me again, and the second kiss isn't careful.
His mouth opens against mine. His hand moves from my hip up the side of my ribs, the side of my breast, his thumb dragging, and I moan deeply. He swallows it.
He takes his time, like he did the first night. His mouth is at my throat, my shoulder, my breast, and everywhere, all at once. Then he stops.
He reaches for the drawer beside the bed without breaking the kiss.
I hear the foil. A minute later, he’s back, and flipping me around.
He does it so fast that before I can catch my breath, he’s sitting on the bed with feet on the floor, and I’m straddling him, hands braced on his shoulders, and his hard length pressed against my lower abdomen.
He takes a nipple in his mouth, and his free arm slides down to my lower back, over my ass cheeks. He squeezes, just as he lines himself against my entrance.
I push down, needing all of him, but he’s gone, replaced by the deft tips of his fingers. And when he slides them in, I can’t control the sounds that leave my lips.
“Oh god…”
“So wet… you’re dripping, baby,” he murmurs against my ear.
He pulls out, and pushes them in again, and my eyes close.
“Fuck… so fucking wet. All ready for me.”
“Y-yes…” I murmur between clenched teeth.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I need to see how good I make you feel.”
My eyes open instantly like they’ve been programmed to obey him.
His palm on my ass slides up to my throat and he wraps his fingers around it, squeezing slightly. He curls his fingers forward, hitting my g-spot.
I gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders, but he doesn’t stop.
“I… It’s too m-much…” My eyes lock on his, begging.
“Just a little more, baby… I promise, I’ll make it feel so good.” He kisses my lips, and when he pulls away, his fingers on my neck loosen and move up. He slides his thumb between my lips, and I flick my tongue against it.
“Fuck… such a good girl. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”
I nod frantically, and cover his thumb with my lips.
“Good girl,” he growls. It’s deep, and dark. His voice is so low, that it has me vibrating, with tremors I can’t control.
I’m close.
I feel it, with the pressure building, and the pleasure heightening. But just at the brink of my release, he pulls his fingers out, and buries himself to the hilt, filling me up.
I release his thumb, and my head falls back. My body convulses, my orgasm crashing into me, but he doesn’t stop.
“P-please… I can’t…”
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me impossibly closer, lips nuzzling my neck, but he never slows. He maintains his rhythm, pounding into me, until all I hear are my shameless moans bouncing off the walls the same way he’s bouncing me on his cock.
It doesn’t take long. My second release hits me, and I fall forward, arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in his hair, gasping for breath, with my body trembling in ways it never has before.
He follows me a minute later, my name pressed into my collarbone.
Instant silence washes over us.
We don’t move for a long time. He breathes against me, his face still in the crook of my neck. And I hold him tightly, not wanting the moment to come to an end.
Eventually, he pulls away and looks at my face.
He's the first to speak.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
He laughs, softly.
We don’t say anything else for a while. His thumb moves slowly back and forth at the bare skin of my shoulder.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand.
I ignore it.
It buzzes again. The screen lights up against the wood.
Easton’s head turns. He glances at it but doesn’t reach for it.
I tip my head back to look at him.
“Who is it?”
“Your mother.”
My stomach drops. “What does it say?”
He's quiet for a second.
“I only read the preview. It says something about the wedding venue refund having been processed. And that the family needs to discuss the situation properly.”
I look at the ceiling.
The phone buzzes a third time.
I don’t look. I close my eyes again, put my cheek back against Easton’s chest, find his hand on the blanket, and slide my fingers through his.
“Not today.”
He murmurs his agreement.
“Shower with me?”
“Yes, please.”
Minutes later, he rises to his feet, still holding me to his hips, and walks us to the bathroom to clean up.