His hungry eyes bore into mine full of need and dare I say love. The boy I loved has come back to me a skilled man. My lips part. I’m panting beneath him as he continues his torturous but pleasurable assault on all my senses. His teeth skim over my nipple and giving it a gentle tug. Jameson is worshiping my body, and I pray that I won’t regret this night. His lips move to my stomach, fingers digging in my hips, grabbing at my white cotton boy shorts to tug them down my smooth legs.
Tears burn in my eyes. “I won’t…I can’t survive losing you again, Jameson. If we take this step you better mean it.”
“I am all in, baby. You give into me and I promise you, I’ll never leave your side. I loved you then, I love you now, and I always will.” My heart skips a beat at his words. To the rest of the world Jameson Lewis is the bad boy of rock ‘n roll, but in here between these walls, and in this bed, he’s all mine. Pressing his face to my center, he inhales my scent, my arousal for him. Those sweet lips that have the power to destroy me kiss my clit tenderly. His movements are methodical and loving as his tongue caresses my most intimate area.
Gripping the sheets, I tilt my hips, craving more. He holds my hips in place. “We’ve got all night,” his hoarse whisper melts into my skin as he licks me at a leisurely pace, dragging his tongue back and forth in a torturous pattern and pace. I move one hand to his head, threading my fingers through his spiky tips, pulling him closer, holding him right where I want him. His fingers replace his tongue, pushing inside me, working hard to bring me to orgasm.
It’s been a long time in the making
It’s been a long time since we were last here
You and me
Naked between the sheets
Whispering sweet nothings to the moon
Skin to skin
It’s been a long time coming
Baby I’m home
In your arms
Is where I long to be
Give me all of you
Your body and soul
It’s been a long time in the making
Your body next to mine
Your lips pressed against my skin
Baby I’m home
In your arms is where I long to be
Trembling beneath your touch
It’s been a long time coming
You and me
Baby I’m home
My body is shaking, I want Jameson Lewis so damn bad. My release is teetering on the edge and I am ready to fall. I can’t keep lying to myself. There is no denying that he owns my heart. I’m still in love with him. “I want you.” I tug on the drawstring of his sweats.
“I’m yours, Peyton,” his words dissolve into my mouth. We kiss hard and deep, his tongue brushing against mine in greedy strokes. I shove his pants down, freeing his thick erection. His cock is hot in my hand as I guide him toward me.
“Wait,” I say in a panic. “Do you have a condom?”
Loudly exhaling, he rocks back on his calves. Running a hand through his wild hair, his face falls. “No. I didn’t exactly come here expecting to sleep with anyone.” Disappointment fills me and he sees it registering on my face as my mouth turns down in a frown.
“Well, this sucks.” I laugh. “I want to be able to trust you but, Jameson, you have slept around a lot. I’ve only been with two people since you and both guys wore protection.”