8
Knox
I only plannedto make her sleep with me so I could hold her. I mean, cuddling isn’t something I do, but she seems like the type to like that shit, and I’ve heard it helps calm people. Considering all the events of today, I thought she’d need that. But when she came out of the bathroom with wet hair, in nothing but my T-shirt, my dick stirred to life and hasn’t gone soft since.
It’s wild to think that’s all it took—seeing her in my T-shirt. I walked inside the bathroom when she was naked, but the moment I saw her staring into space, all I wanted to know was what was going through her mind.
I could see the pain on her face. The contemplation of something, but I couldn’t ask what. I felt maybe she needed that moment to put everything together in her head and come to terms with this new reality. Hell, maybe I needed it too. Because up until now, a woman has never even been in my home.
When she enters my room, her steps slow with hesitation. I give her a moment to see what she’ll do—what she’ll say—but she just stares at me instead. “Come here.” My voice comes out harsher than I intend, making her flinch.
Her eyes shoot to mine, and I can see questions swimming in them, but she doesn’t voice them.
“I won’t hurt you, Aria.” I try to soften my tone.
She shakes her head softly. “I know that… I’m not sure how, but I know you won’t.”
“Then what's the issue?”
She shrugs, dropping her eyes to the floor again. “I just… I don’t know.”
“Come here,” I command again, opening my arms.
Hesitantly, she crawls into the bed next to me. At first, her body is stiff, and she keeps half an inch between us, but she quickly changes her mind, scooting as close as she can get and lays her head on my chest. Her wet hair is cold against my bare skin, but the chill quickly dies. Even though she used all of my hygiene products, I can still smell her lingering scent. It’s so sweet and ignites the fiery desire inside me.
Once she’s settled into my arms, her body loosens, going soft, but I’m rigid and hard. I can’t relax with her this close, and I think she senses that. “What’s the matter?”
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath as she traces the tattoos on my stomach with delicate fingers. Never one to filter what I say, I just blurt out exactly what’s on my mind to answer her question.
“You. You’re what’s the matter with me.” She sits up, and her face morphs from somewhat calm and composed to absolute dread. Before she can speak, I continue, “I want you, Aria. I need you.” I gesture to my hard cock straining against my loose shorts.
I know now probably isn’t the best time for something like this, but I can’t help it. I lasted the entire time she showered, ate, and talked. Now my patience is thin. Of course if she said no, I wouldn’t pressure her, but something inside me tells me that won’t happen.
I can see it when she looks at me too. She’s just as fascinated with me as I am with her.
She relaxes slightly, her eyes going to where I’m pointing. After a moment, she closes them, sucks in a breath, then opens them and straightens her posture. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
The lust inside me stirs. “Suck it.” I scoot down so my back is flat against the bed, then put my hands behind my head.
She nods, then reaches out with shaky hands and tugs at my shorts. I want to reassure her and tell her not to be scared, but I don’t trust myself enough to speak. I need to let her take control right now because if she leaves it up to me, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop.
She’s already been through so much, and maybe this is selfish, but I don’t even care right now. Right now, I only want her.
She climbs between my legs, then shimmies my shorts down enough to get access. Without the fabric constricting me, my dick springs up through my thin boxers and twitches with need. She pulls my boxers down slowly, finally freeing me completely, and her eyes flash with desire. I knew it. She wants this just as bad as I do.
She leans down, locking her eyes to mine, then flicks the small, silver bar on the underside of my dick with her tongue. Immediately, it sets the blood in my veins on fire. I thrust up, wanting more, and she takes my cue.
She locks her lips around me. Her warm, wet mouth swallows me whole, not stopping until her lips hit the base. My legs flex, and I fist my hair with my hands behind my head. Her tempo increases, and with each skating pass of her tongue on me, it gets harder not to come.
I finally move my hands, then slide them down my body until I reach her head. I push them into her hair and grip hard, holding her in place, then proceed to fuck her face. She gags and drools, and it only turns me on more.
“Fuck,” I hiss, looking into her watery eyes. I swear I can see the ghost of a smile on her lips around my cock.
“I’m going to come,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
Her head nods as much as it can, and that's all it takes. My abs clench, and I can feel my balls squeeze with an impending release. With one last thrust into her mouth, I shoot my seed. I can feel my cum coat her tongue and the back of her throat.
When she swallows, her throat tightens around me, sending one last wave of shivers through me. I remove myself and pull her up to me. I kiss her lips softly, then grip her hips and try to push her up my body.