He held his breath when my fingers slipped under the waistband, and my smile widened. The back of my fingers touched the tip of him, and he groaned, pushing his hips up on instinct.
Fire breathed down my throat, filling my lungs, but I wasn’t worried. I didn’t need air right now, just him. Holding his sweatpants with one hand, I slipped the other underneath them, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. My eyes closed and I moaned, a brand-new wave of pleasure wreaking havoc on my insides, making heat pool in my already wet center again.
My God, he was so big. He filled my hand completely, and for a second, I wondered how I was going to fit him inside me. No way would he fit. He’d said it himself—I was tiny compared to him.
But he groaned again and pushed himself against my hand, and my thoughts became blurry instantly. I pushed myself up on my elbow, eager to see him, too, to know if he looked just as beautiful as he felt against my hands.
“Lie back,” I whispered, and he didn’t argue, though his fisted hands and his locked jaw said he wanted to. Good thing he didn’t try because he wasn’t going to be able to stop me.
He lay down all the way, and I moved lower, letting go of him only for a second so I could pull those sweatpants and his underwear off him. I kept getting distracted, though, at the sight of his massive naked chest, all for me to look and touch and lick and kiss. And my arms were still made of jelly, so I only managed to actually pull them down on the third try.
I am never going to fit him, I thought when I saw his cock on full display, still holding onto his clothes, but unable to move for a second. He was thick and long, the tip of him as pink as my soaked folds, and the veins curved around him begged for my tongue to press against them. I’d wanted to take my time, kiss him the way he’d kissed me, touch him the way he’d touched me, learn every inch of him by memory, and by mouth.
But it was impossible. That deeply primal part of me was already taking over, and I only wanted one thing—that cock in my mouth. I put one leg on the other side of his thighs and pushed down his underwear and sweatpants as far as I could.
“Teddy,” he warned again, but I barely heard him.
I was drooling—literally—and my mind kept screaming, mine, mine, mine! I grabbed him in my hands again, and his head fell back with the sexiest moan I’d ever heard. I leaned down slowly, confused by my own needs—part of me urged me to move faster, take him in, suck on him until I couldn’t feel my jaw anymore, but another part of me wanted to take my time, remember every small taste, every small bump on him.
I settled for somewhere in the middle—not too fast, not too slow. I held him up with my hands and leaned closer and closer, so excited you’d think I was about to taste chocolate made in Heaven, just for me. My tongue came out and flicked over his tip. His moan grew louder, and my eyes squeezed shut, the throbbing between my legs so painful. I opened my mouth and kissed the tip of him. His hips shot up, forcing my lips apart, and suddenly he was inside me. The warmth of his skin pressed against my tongue made me moan loudly, which in turn made him thrust himself deeper, until his tip pressed against the roof of my mouth. I’d had one longer relationship before, and I’d done this to him, too, but it felt nothing like this, and I don’t think it was just because of the size. Dominic filled every inch of space in my mouth, and I was having trouble remembering how to do this because I just wanted to keep him there forever.
But eventually, my tongue began to slide on the surface of him, and I raised myself up until he was all the way outside my mouth again before I closed my lips around his tip and sucked deeply. He cried out, called my name, no longer in a warning, but so full of desire, with need, it made me roll my own hips in rhythm with his. I took him in all the way again, and I did it fast, the need building up inside me quickly demanding to feel him growing hotter right there against my tongue. We fell into a perfect rhythm within seconds, and every time the tip of him hit the back of my throat, tingles spread between my legs and throughout my body. I even choked a few times because he was way too big, and I couldn’t even take more than half of his cock inside my mouth. He liked that. He growled and moved faster, and his hands eventually moved away from the sheets. He gently pulled all the hair from my face while I sucked him, and held it back, while his other hand wrapped around the back of my neck. He was holding himself back from pushing and pulling too hard, and I wanted to tell him to stop holding back on me, but that would require my mouth to be free of his cock and I wasn’t ready for that yet. So, I kept on going, spreading my fingers on his skin, while cupping his balls and his base with the other.
“Teddy,” he called, pressing his fingers onto the back of my neck, urging me to take him deeper, but there was no space. “Teddy, I need to…” And he tried to pull me off him.
No way in hell.
“No,” I said, keeping my lips pressed to his tip.
“I can’t hold it,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut, and he pulled at my hair in his fist.
“Then don’t,” I said and wrapped my lips around him again.
Three seconds later, the warmth of his cum filled my mouth and went down my throat, making my entire body vibrate. I was tempted to touch myself, too, knowing how little it would take to reach the edge again, but I couldn’t let go of him, couldn’t get my hands or my mouth away from him. I kept sucking and swallowing until there was no more coming out of him. I was so full of him I was afraid I was going to burst soon.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up, put me on his chest and wrapped his arms around me tightly, still breathing heavily. I only caught a glimpse of his face, his eyes closed, his brows relaxed. He looked so peaceful, and that broke my heart a little, too. So beautiful. I decided that this was my favorite look on him, even better than just-rolled-out-of-bed Dominic.
There was plenty of space on his chest for me, and I was so comfortable there, pressed against his hard muscles wrapped in satin smooth skin. My eyes closed and sleep pulled at my mind again. I buried my face under his neck and breathed him in, felt the way his heart still slammed against his chest and made mine flutter and trip all over itself.
That’s when I realized that I was at peace, too. Much more than I had ever been before, and in those moments, everything was exactly as it should be.