My heart ached. It wasn’t Pike’s job to make me feel better. I was a grown up, a big girl, I could handle a bad date night on my own. And it could’ve been so much worse. But he wanted to, and he was touching me so tenderly and thoroughly, really making sure that it was good for me, and my heart just about melted.
He pressed me down onto the bed. “Be as loud as you want,” he told me, and for a second I wondered what he meant by that, but then he was sliding down my body and setting his tongue to my thighs and I realized what he planned to do.
Fuck. For the first time, we weren’t somewhere public. We were in the privacy of his apartment, and there weren’t any neighbors sharing a wall with us. We didn’t have to worry about someone being disturbed by my noises or gossiping about us based on what they’d heard.
Pike kissed and bit his way up my thighs, lingering, taking his time even more than he had the first night we’d had sex, in his car. Four years had taught him one thing, at least, and that was how to tease more, how to take his time. He avoided my clit, teasing me instead, as I dug my fingers into the sheets. His tongue was wicked, curling into me, flicking, circling, and I felt like an instrument, played by a master.
At last, he sealed his mouth over my clit, and I gasped, arching up into his mouth. Pike fluttered his tongue against my clit and then curled it just so, and I felt like my entire body was seizing up with pleasure.
And then—and then he pulled away. He didn’t keep at it, didn’t bring me to orgasm.
I glared at him, and Pike laughed, wiping at his mouth. “You’re adorable.”
“You’re the worst,” I shot back. “You’re a tease, you’re—”
He kissed me, and that was pretty effective in getting me to shut up, I had to admit.
Pike hooked my leg around his waist, and I gasped, surprised, as he slid into me in one smooth glide. My body was starting to get better at this, to welcome him in without tightening up in instinctive concern. It felt good, so good, to be filled by him, like we were supposed to be doing this.
“Shit,” Pike whispered, sounding surprised, like he hadn’t meant to actually slide in all the way. I laughed, and he grinned down at me, kissing the smile right off my face.
His movements were slow, deliberate, these careful thrusts that had his cock dragging up against my clit from the inside, striking at just the right angle. I cried out in surprise and pleasure, rolling my hips to meet his movements.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged. “I want to hear you.”
I gasped and moaned, letting loose, not having to worry about noise. Pike seemed to love it, kissing all over my face, bracing himself on his forearms so that he could keep himself still enough to kiss me while his hips fucked into me, slow and certain like the rolling sea. It felt like we were the only two people who existed, like this was all we were made for, and I could feel my orgasm building uncontrollably back up again. I hadn’t come and so it was so much closer, I was so close—so—so—the angle was perfect and I felt like he was holding himself back, keeping his strokes as deep and steady as they could be so that I could—oh God—
Pike grunted as I orgasmed, like that was all he’d been waiting for, and I felt him go stiff and spill into me, his hips fucking me shallowly like he couldn’t help himself, chasing his high. I sighed with pleasure, loving the feeling of him marking me up inside and coasting on my own high from my orgasm. I felt like I was floating on a cloud.
Pike kissed me sweetly, deeply, like he wanted to make sure that I felt that affection, like he wanted to make sure this was real.
I couldn’t believe—when I had pictured sleeping with Pike I had never dared to imagine it like this. Not since I was in high school. After he had left… why would I bother imagining him being tender, romantic, and emotional with me? Why would I do that to myself when I knew that he wouldn’t be coming back, when he’d already left without a word?
But that had been… that had been intense, and he hadn’t stopped kissing me the entire time, like he was scared that I was going to change my mind mid-coitus and shove him away from me and leave.
I hadn’t. I had kissed him first, as he’d leaned into me, warm and soft and giving me plenty of time to move away. I’d sucked the whiskey taste from his tongue and so, so much more.