“Figuratively, I mean. It’s like you’re pulling away from me. Do I scare you?” I was shocked he’d asked me that, especially after I’d told him I trusted him only twenty-four hours earlier.
“I’m not scared of you.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Was I ready to face whatever this was that was growing inside of me? This overwhelming need I couldn’t seem to control. It was as if he’d crawled under my skin, and like ivy, he’d coiled his way around my heart and soul. Was I ready to admit I felt something other than friendship?
As I took deep breaths, I felt his hand caress my cheek and then his hot breath on my face. The bed dipped as he pushed himself across and closer to me. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find we were almost nose to nose, his head now resting on my pillow.
“I want you to have the power here. I don’t ever want to force anything. But something tells me I need to push a little bit, otherwise we’re going to dance around each other forever and never get anywhere.”
I was frozen to the spot, mesmerized by his eyes searching mine, looking for something… acceptance maybe? Confirmation? Compliance? I didn’t have to wait for long.
He closed the last few inches between us and gently his lips covered mine, kissing me in the slowest, sweetest way I’d ever been kissed. Almost as if he believed I’d disappear or disintegrate if he pressed too hard. I kissed him back, reaching up and slowly wrapping my arm around his neck, running my fingers across his nape and then into his hair. This spurred him on, and his gentle, soft kisses became stronger and more urgent. He rolled me onto my back without breaking contact and his tongue met mine, tasting and teasing in the most delicious way. He didn’t just spark a fire within me, he set my whole world up in flames, and I wanted more. My body craved him. Nothing in the past mattered to me anymore, not now, lying in his bed. In this moment, I was enough. I would always be enough. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to let anyone, least of all myself, deny me what I wanted.
Panting, he pulled his lips off mine, but he didn’t move. Hovering over me, he whispered, “Let me love you. I just want the chance to love you.”
I wanted to cry. Hearing him say those words made my heart swell.
“Don’t stop then,” I sighed back, pulling him down to kiss me and meeting his fervour with my own. I wanted to mould myself to him, lose myself in him. Absorb him into my very being and keep him locked up within me forever. His kisses were all I needed. He was the air I breathed. The key to my survival. He was my life.
His body nestled over mine, like a puzzle that’d finally come together to make everything complete. He fit me perfectly, as I arched my back and pressed myself against him. All thoughts of where we met and what this would lead to were lost in the passion of the moment. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. I wanted him too badly.
Our kisses became deeper, needier. I closed my eyes, totally lost in him. He moved to nuzzle my neck and then sat up and loomed over me. I peered through my lust-filled eyes, feeling heavy and full of want. He gathered my night dress from around my thighs and pulled it up and over my body. I lifted my arms to help him rid me of the fabric that was coming between us, and when it was off, he threw it onto the floor. His eyes were on my body now, and I went to cover my chest with my arms, but he held them away.
“Don’t hide from me.” He sighed. “You’re so beautiful. Don’t ever hide from me.”
He held himself over me with his strong arms and kissed my chest then licked over my nipple, blowing and then sucking. I never realised how sensitive I was there, but having him on me, swirling his tongue in the delicious way he was, set my whole body on fire. I pushed myself forward into him, wanting more, and he smiled. Then he sucked harder and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. I’d never wanted any man as much as I wanted him.
He teased and played with one nipple then the next with a playfully wicked grin on his face and devilish sparkle in his eyes. He loved the effect he was having on me and my body. His hands squeezed and massaged my chest, making me writhe and moan. I ran my hands through his hair and across his back, but when I tried to touch him further down, he groaned and moved my arms above my head.
“This is for you,” he mumbled as he continued worshipping my body.
He sucked my nipple into his warm mouth and then pulled back, letting go with a pop. He gazed down at me as if I’d fallen from heaven to Earth, his eyes roaming over my skin like I was made of pure gold. I liked what his gaze did to me. I liked his touches even more. He stroked his fingers down my stomach and across my hips, making my skin prickle and my thighs clench. Then he looked up at me, cocking his eyebrow.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Always,” I managed to say back in the most breathy voice I’d ever used.
I gasped as he lowered himself down the bed and then gently pushed my legs open. He didn’t move for a few seconds, just stared at me on display for him, laid bare for him. I was exposed in the rawest way, and yet I didn’t feel ashamed like I thought I would. I felt empowered.
“So pretty,” he moaned in a raspy, sexy tone. Then he looked up at me with hazy eyes. “You were made for me.”
He feathered little kisses along the inside of my thighs.
“So perfect.”
Then he moved his tongue slowly in between my legs, along my pussy and up over my clit. I cried out, throwing my head back into the pillow and then covering my eyes with my arm. The feeling was so intense, I wanted to fall off that cliff and drown in the pleasure he was giving me. I’d never felt anything like it.
His tongue was pointed, and he flicked and curled it around my clit, then rubbed and sucked me into his mouth, making me buck out of control and flinch under him. No one had ever gone down on me before, and I had no idea how intense the pleasure would be. It was almost unbearable, and yet I never wanted him to stop. He licked and sucked, swirled and rubbed me until sparks were triggering all over my body. I turned into a desperate horny woman in that moment, and found myself grinding on his face and grabbing his hair to keep him where I needed him. My only focus was on him and the orgasm he was coaxing out of me. Like the home stretch of a race, I had to get there.
He started to stroke his fingers along my pussy as he worked my clit with his mouth and tongue. Then he gently pushed a finger inside me and curled upwards, stroking my walls, hitting my sweet spot and intensifying the whole experience. I was a bundle of nerves ready to explode, and I’d always thought fireworks in the bedroom was a myth.
“Please, don’t stop,” I cried, tugging on a fistful of his hair as he increased the pace. The burn and tingle was now a raging fire of pulsing pleasure. The waves became a tsunami even Moses couldn’t hold back. I moaned at the first explosions of my orgasm and my body started to shake and spasm involuntarily. Wave after wave of exquisite bursts of pleasure ripped from my body as I came on his tongue, in his mouth, all over his fingers. He groaned as he felt my reaction and tasted my release. I rode out the sensations, rubbing myself against him and crying with the intensity of it all. I’d never had an orgasm like it. In fact, the only orgasms I’d ever had I’d given to myself. I had no idea it could feel like this.
He sucked and licked me until the feelings waned and then embarrassment set in, and I grabbed his pillow to cover my face.
“What did I say about hiding from me?” he growled, and pulled the pillow off, throwing it back into his space. He crawled back up over me, and I could see the glisten of my orgasm still coating his face. He looked beyond sexy.
“Kiss me,” he demanded, and I did, tasting myself on his lips but not giving a damn. In fact, the taste of me on him turned me on even more.
“I want you,” I said, reaching down to stroke my hand over his dick, which was rock hard and still encased inside his boxers.
