His lips graze over my jaw, slide down my neck, and flutter at my collarbone. I’m so lost to the softness of it all that when his hand slips down the front of my sweats, into my panties, and he gently rubs his finger against me, I jerk from the sensation. My hips lift, seeking more.
When he slips a finger deep in me, I cry out and beg him with only one word. “Please.”
But rather than giving me more, he slows, as if savoring the small moments, one on top of the other, driving me crazy.
He rolls to his side and brings me along with a strong arm around my back. I thought he’d slow it down more, but it seems in this position, on our sides facing each other as we kiss, it makes it easier for us to get out of our clothes. In between kissing and fondling, we’re kicking pants off our legs, and my shirt is over my head.
I don’t like to think about how expertly Dozer unhooks my bra, but then my back arches in pleasure with his mouth and teeth working at a nipple.
Completely naked, Dozer kisses me again. There’s such tenderness in his touch, but it doesn’t diminish the hum of passion I feel vibrating between us.
I try to touch him the way he’s touching me, but he keeps knocking my hands away. “You’re distracting me,” he rumbles, and then I can’t think about touching him at all when his hand goes back between my legs.
My senses go haywire as his fingers play against my clit, leaving me a moaning, writhing mess on his bed.
Chuckling, Dozer kisses the corner of my mouth and warns, “Better keep it quiet. Your mom’s right next door.”
I’d laugh, too, except I’m completely lost to the rising swell of pleasure building inside me.
Then his fingers are gone, and Dozer is pressing his cock into me. My legs spread wantonly, opening up and inviting, to wrap around his waist. He locks eyes with me as he gently twists his hips, working his way into me, filling me until he bottoms out.
I’m panting, my hands going to the hard globes of his ass, and still I try to pull him deeper into me. I rotate my hips, demanding that he move within me, but instead, he only kisses me softly on the lips.
It settles me somewhat, and I go still, but it in no way diminishes the blood roaring through my veins or the feeling I’m dangling on a precipice, ready to topple over.
Lifting his head, Dozer asks, “You okay?”
“More than,” I murmur dreamily.
His hips move. He slides out slowly and all at once, I’m a hot mess again.
“Oh God,” I groan, and he stops, frowning. I shake my head, use my hands to try to pull him back into me. “Oh God good. Like in, Oh God, that’s really, really good.”
Dozer smiles… sweet, sexy, and knowing. He thrusts back into me hard, and I am completely lost.
He knows it, too, moving faster within me as his mouth comes back to mine. I can do nothing but hang on for the ride because nothing seems to be in my control. Tingles race up and down my spine, and a coiling need readies to burst inside me.
I’m lost to time, Dozer inside me, his lips tracing over mine. I tighten my legs around his lower back, arms around his neck, and I kiss him back. He hits me deeper, and my orgasm coils even tighter. I can feel it sucking inward, pulling power from his cock as he tunnels in and out.
My breathing is ragged, my eyesight fuzzy, and when I finally burst apart, I do so with a cry of pleasure that tears from me in such a way that I’m pretty sure all of downtown Pittsburgh heard it.
My climax is so blistering and explosive, I expect the same from Dozer. I can tell he’s close, feeling the muscles in his back bunching.
But he comes in a way that seals my heart as his forever. Planting deep, he wraps his arms all the way around my back, pulls me tight to him, and buries his face into my neck as his entire body shudders with his release. It’s without the sounds I made, but no less powerful. I can feel every bit of him come loose at the seams as his orgasm sweeps through like a quiet storm. His embrace is all encompassing as he empties himself into me before going lax and rolling us to our sides.
Dozer’s arms band tighter, one hand dropping to my ass to hold me. We’re still connected, and I feel it in my soul, not just between my legs.
Breathing goes from ragged to normal, and with the tumult of passion starting to ebb, I wait for the awkwardness to set in.