"Yeah?" I felt a finger lightly brush my bottom lip, and then drift lower, down my chin, past my throat, between my breasts, down my stomach, past my navel, and then lower.
It paused on the lacy waistband of my skimpy panties. Skimpy or not, I was wishing I hadn't worn any, because when his finger moved lower, brushing my clit, I was already dying for the feel of his skin on mine.
My hips rose, and I think I might've whimpered.
His voice, still low, drifted over me. "If you want,I'llshow you cocky."
His meaning was obvious. And Ididwant that. Very,verymuch.
In fact, I wanted him so bad that I was finding it almost hard to breathe. He'd barely touched me, and yet, I was more than ready. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him inside me, and the thought of waiting one more minute seemed impossible to bear.
"When?" I breathed. "Like soon?"
I heard a low chuckle as he pulled away, leaving my hips rising into nothingness. And then, I felt a hard yank, as my panties were pulled off and tossed away to wherever. Finally, I felt his finger, brushing the same spot as before, now, with nothing in the way.
When his motions quickened, I ground against him and whimpered for more. "Seriously," I breathed, "I don't wanna wait. I've been missing you like crazy."
His voice was low. "Me, too." And yet, he made no move to come closer.
Desperately, I reached out with both arms, wanting to pull him tight against me.
"Nice try," he said, moving his fingers slower now, as if teasing me with the wait.
But then, I felt one long finger slip inside of me, and my arms fell, loose at my side, as I lost the ability to protest anything, even as my thighs parted, and my hips rose.
His voice, filled with warmth, drifted over me. "You know what I missed?"
Barely coherent, I managed to say, "What?"
"Seeing you like this."
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized the sweet irony of his statement. I missed seeing him too, and I might've protested, except that speech had suddenly become impossible, as my stomach clenched, and my body shuddered.
I couldn’t see him, but Icouldfeel him, teasing the orgasm out of me with his blissfully expert touch. I was so lost in the rolling, shuddering sensations that, at first, I almost didn't notice when the bed shifted, and I felt the weight of his hard body, poised above mine.
His lips brushed my ear. "So I’m cocky, huh?"
Unable to speak, I only nodded.
I was hot and slick, and dying to feel him inside me. With growing desperation, I reached down was thrilled to discover that he was now fully naked – naked and massively hard in my warm, soft hand.
With blind anticipation, I guided him to my opening and lifted my hips, wanting, with all my being, to have him inside me, at last. He paused, holding his own hips motionless for a long, intense moment before surging forward, filling me so completely that I cried out with the pure bliss of it.
And then, we were moving together, with our hips rising and falling against each other, providing the closeness that I'd been craving – and missing – for days.
I felt his hands wrap themselves around mine, and then move my wrists upward until they were captured just above my head.
When his lips found my ear, I heard his voice, low and intense, "I love you."
"I love you, too," I breathed, lost in everything except the feel of him so blissfully close.
His long fingers intertwined with mine, and I felt his teeth graze my earlobe, just before he said, "Luna?"
"Hmmm?"
"Marry me."
