Page 85 of Pining for Pierce
“I bought some wine,” he says over his shoulder. “Do you wanna pour it?”
“Sure.”
I go into the kitchen, reaching up to get the glasses from the cabinet, just as Pierce turns.
“Jesus…” he says, putting down the knife he’s holding before he comes over and stands behind me. “What’s this, babe?” He puts his hands up inside the hoodie, feeling my bare ass.
“It’s your anniversary present.”
“I like it. Can we have another anniversary next week?”
“We can have another one tomorrow, if you like.”
He chuckles, turning me around and pulling me into his arms. “It’s been such a traumatic week, Harley. But it’s been the best week of my life.”
“Mine too.”
He kisses me, our tongues flickering against each other, his hands wandering, making me moan into his mouth. “If you’re gonna tease me like this all evening,” he says, leaning back. “I need to…” He pulls away, walking backwards toward the bedroom. “I need to change.”
“Why?”
“Because these jeans are too uncomfortable.”
I laugh, and he joins in, disappearing into the bedroom.
I get down the glasses, pouring the wine, and take it through to the living room, just as he comes out, wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his erection more than obvious, and I lick my lips, staring at him.
“Are you sure you wanna have dinner?” I ask.
“I’m sure I wanna eat,” he says, his eyes darkening. “And I wanna feed you.”
“Feed me what?”
“Anything you like.”
He wanders to the kitchen, returning with a large platter, loaded with chunks of bread, hand-sliced meats, cheeses, stuffed olives, tomatoes, and roasted peppers.
“That looks amazing.”
“I thought that… until I saw you,” he says, placing it on the table and lowering us both to the couch. He reaches out, picking up an olive and touching it to my lips. “Would it be wrong of me to say I wanna fuck your mouth?”
“No.”
I bite the olive, leaving half for him, which he eats before he tips me onto my back, taking care not to hurt me. Then he stands, removing his sweatpants, and lowers himself over me, his knees up by my shoulders, giving me the most perfect view. I shimmy down slightly, so I’m in the best position, and lick the tip of his erection before taking it in my mouth, just as he parts my legs and I feel his tongue flicking over me.
Neither of us can speak, but we don’t need to. He flexes his hips into me as I raise mine to him, and we gorge on each other. I love the intimacy of this. It’s not better than making love, but there’s something so personal about sharing ourselves in this way. It feels like there are no secrets… nothing held back, and I like that.
After a while, he inserts two fingers inside me, matching the rhythm he’s building in my mouth, and the sensation does crazy things to me, my mind going into a kind of overload. It’s too much and I shatter around him, clutching his ass as he lets out a loud moan and stiffens, just before I feel the first spurt of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallow, waiting for the next, and the next, the waves of pleasure still rushing through me… both of us out of control.
The first thing I’m aware of is Pierce gently pulling his fingers from me, feeling his breath at the tops of my thighs.
“Are you okay?” he asks, although I can’t answer… not until he releases himself from my mouth.
When he does, I whisper, “Yes,” and he kneels up, turning around to face me.
“That was…”
“I know. It was.”
