“Please don’t. It’s so stupid.”
My cock hurts it’s so hard right now. I haven’t had sex in so long, and this past week has been brutal. Now I’m holding her, and I want to feel her from the inside so badly it’s painful.
I smile mischievously as I drop her to my bed, and then I hold both of her hands with my one as I flip her over and pull her shirt up.
She bucks violently while squealing and laughing, and I straddle her ass to hold her still enough for me to see. When she bucks again, her ass presses against my erect cock, and my free hand grabs her hip reflexively, accidentally tugging her ass to my center again.
Her breaths stop, her laughter ceases, and then I feel her ass arch as she intentionally presses it against my cock once more.
Keeping her hands held above her head, my free hand slides up her curved ass and feels all of its perfection. She lets out a moan, and that’s my undoing.
I no longer care about the tattoo. I feel her desire for me as her hips grind against me as my hand releases hers to fully grip her hips.
I run my fingers along her denim to her heated center, and she moans again, forcing me to lose my mind for a second as I flip her over to face me.
I stare into those stormy blue eyes, and a tear falls free from her grasp as she stares up at me.
“Please tell me I can touch you,” I murmur softly, as my hand slides up her leg and stops just before I reach the button to her jeans.
“Please tell me you want to,” she utters, and with that, I’m lost.
My lips crush hers as I fall between her legs, and then I pull back to rip her jeans off. She gasps as my hand rubs across her sex, and then her breath leaves as my finger slips through the side of her underwear and finds her hot, wet haven.
***
Ashiara
Is this happening? I’ve dreamt about this for months. Is it real now? Am I just delirious?
His tongue daringly plays with mine as his hard erection begs to be freed from his pants. I rub my hand over the fabric, feeling him as he moans into my mouth.
“I have to have you,” he breathes.
“Then take me,” I mutter back, my heart pounding so hard I’m worried it’s trying to escape.
I want him. I want this torturous game of look-but-don’t-touch to end.
I can be like this. I can handle being his without a commitment. I’ll be his anytime he wants me, and I’ll love him silently when he moves on.
His lips slide down my stomach to the top of my underwear, and then his teeth scrape over me as he peels away the lace with them.
My breaths instantly become pants, and his lips find that spot that has belonged to him since the day I met him. His daring tongue flicks against me, and then the worst possible spoiler blares from the monitor beside his bed.
Trip cries loudly, and we both leap up. I’m left clambering around for my pants as Tag rushes out to go collect the little interrupter.
Once I’m zipped up, I rush in to see Tag smiling as he holds Trip in his arms, cooing him out of his fit. I smile as I lean against the doorframe and watch the father holding his son.
“I think it’s time for a diaper, and unfortunately, I have to get to my meetings. Please tell me we can finish this later,” he strains out with anguish.
I take a deep, steadying breath as I nod.
“Definitely later.”
He smiles as he comes over to me, and his hand wraps around my waist as he pulls my lips to his.
“I think my conversation might go a little better now,” he murmurs against my lips.
He puts Trip in my arms, and then he kisses my smiling lips again before walking away to pick up his tie from the chair.