“We can microwave it,” he says, not pausing his stride toward my bedroom.
Pizza’s better reheated anyway.
“Life’s short, eat dessert first?”
“That’s the spirit.”
All thoughts of dinner flee from my mind as Bo lays me down atop my bed. He handles me so gently, not tossing me down onto the sheets to have his way with me, even though I can feel his need thrumming just beneath his skin. I want to tell him that it’s okay, that he can take me however he needs, however he wants, but I can’t find the words when his mouth dips to my throat.
He kisses burning lines of fire down to my collarbones, teeth nipping just hard enough to send a jolt of surprising excitement to my core.
I arch into every touch as he shoves the hem of my sweater up and tugs it off over my head without hesitation. My breasts are adorned with lavender lace, but the bra is covered by his hands in a matter of moments, his face pressed between my breasts ashe lavishes kisses there. He seems desperate to taste every inch of me, and I’ve never felt so needed in my life.
“Fuck, Bo,” I gasp as he unclasps my bra and tosses it off to the side.
“That’s it.” His voice is practically a growl against my skin, teeth and lips and tongue working against my nipple as he mumbles his words into my flesh. “Say my name, baby, let me know how good I make you feel.”
The words make me go a little faint, or maybe it’s the sight of him yanking his own shirt off over his head. Rippling muscles gleam in the light of my bedside lamp, solid and sturdy and all straining toward me. I can see the bulge of his cock in his jeans, and I’ve never been more desperate to be filled.
I hook my legs around his hips when he bends down over me again, tugging him ever closer as I meet his lips in a kiss so searing I feel like it’ll weld the two of us together. He grunts out his pleasure as I rake my nails over his back, grinding his hips down against mine.
“Want you, Bo,” I gasp as he fumbles at my leggings. “I’ve waited long enough, don’t tease me.”
I’ve waited my whole life for this, years of pining and wishing and wanting, all coming together to finally get the only thing I’ve ever wanted. Bo huffs out a sound that’s nothing but pure need and ducks his head in the hollow of my throat to suck in a few shallow breaths.
When he pulls back, his eyes are almost black with need, and the gentle restraint he’s been moving with disappears.
Bo yanks at my leggings like he’s rabid, a ragged moan tearing from his chest at the sight of the lacy panties that match my bra. He buries his face between my thighs, movements frenzied and sloppy as he struggles his way out of his jeans. It feels like he can’t decide what he wants to do, sucking hickies into the crook of my thigh in one moment and then nosing thescrap of fabric between my legs aside to get a proper taste of me in the next.
I can’t keep up, overwhelmed by his need and his touches, and it’s almost a relief when he crawls back on top of me. The taste of my own wetness on his lips is almost enough to cloud my mind completely, but the desire to have him inside of me is stronger.
I have no doubt that this will only be one round of many tonight, and I’m too impatient to draw this one out.
I refuse him another kiss, struggling to shove my panties down my own thighs instead. He’s completely bare between my legs, his cock so hard it’s throbbing, precum beading at the tip. My patience evaporates entirely. He backs off enough to help me strip my panties, and I take advantage of it to flip him on his back.
“Fuck,” he grunts, a thrilled grin stretching over his lips as I climb up to straddle his waist. “God, you’re so fuckingpretty, Kenz.”
I ignore the compliment in favor of fumbling the nightstand drawer open to find a condom. He never stops touching me, callused palms skating over soft skin and sending shivers up my spine. His thumbs roll around my nipples and make me quiver, and he chuckles at the way my lashes flutter in pleasure.
His grin fades into an expression of pure bliss when I finally grab hold of him and roll the condom down over his aching cock. I waste no time positioning him, and sink over the length of him as soon as I find the right angle. Pleasure spears straight through me as I take him in, the stretch so exquisite that I can hardly breathe through it. Bo’s hands fly to my hips as he tosses his head back on a breathless exaltation of bliss.
My whole body trembles as I take him all the way down to the root, grinding our hips together as I get used to the feeling again.
His eyes are blown wide in pleasure when I look back down at him, and he grins wolfishly as he bucks his hips up against mine. A bolt of white-hot bliss sears straight up my spine, and we both lose ourselves to the movement, body against body, soul against soul.
He pulls me down to press my chest against his and steals my lips in a fevered kiss, whispering words of adoration against my skin as we writhe together.
“Perfect, baby, you’re perfect.”
I gasp as my orgasm creeps its way up my spine, muscles tensing in excitement. He holds onto my hips and moves with me, meeting my every thrust and filling me so perfectly that I can’t think past the pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, right there!”
I scream out his name as I cum, my cunt spasming around the length of his cock. He yanks me impossibly closer as he follows me over the edge, panting my name into my curls, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
We collapse into each other as we ride out the waves of orgasm, clinging to each other through the aftershocks.
Bo lets out a breathless laugh as he trails his fingers over my spine, adoring and affectionate, and I follow suit until both of us dissolve into a fit of giggles. I never thought it would be like this with Bo, but it makes sense that everything is easy and as perfect as a relationship can be.
