His face softens, and his chuckle erupts, and I laugh with him. “I told you it’s worth it.”
When I take in his disheveled hair and then down to his top, I point to it and say, “I ruined your shirt.”
“I’ll wear you proudly any time if I get to have you shatter like that in my mouth.”
I bite my lip as a rush of blood tickles my cheeks. His words are so raw and unapologetic. It makes me blush, and I don’t blush normally, but of course with him…I do.
I wander through his house behind him as we take the stairs up to his room. My body is lax from coming already, but it doesn’t stop my stupid heart from flipping at being in his space.
The first step inside, and I’m hit with his scent. It’s masculine, spicy, and clean, with a hint of? Pine.
It’s unusual and so completely him.
His bed is grand, and the bathroom is off to the side with another door, which I could guess is his walk-in closet. Black wooden accents adorn the walls and furniture, and navy trimmings make up his minimal décor.
When he turns to face me, wearing spots of me on his shirt, his room disappears, and I step up to him and unbutton it. With every piece of skin that’s revealed, I lay a chaste kiss on in my wake. My lips hit his chest, and I love the feeling of his heart beating against me. For me. Its strong beats calm my own. He’s so in control and not a flickering mess like me. With his buttons undone, I reach up to push it off him. As the shirt falls to the floor, his hands go to the sides of my face, and he tips my head back, kissing my lips in a soft, adoring kiss.
I trace my hands along his chest and down over each ridge of muscle, and when I arrive at his jeans, I unbutton and unzip them. Our lips break apart, and I look down, his face still close so I can feel his breath coasting over my lips. I shove his jeans down and they fall to the floor. He kicks them to the side, my eyes catching on his cock that’s fully erect in his blue briefs. I push them down eagerly. When they are off, I swallow hard. His big erection is making me wet all over again.
“Sit,” I demand, pushing him back until he hits the bed.
He follows, but mumbles, “Gracie…”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I lower to my knees and grab his cock, wrapping as much of my hand around him as I can and bring my mouth closer. Parting my lips, I eagerly take him inside. The salty pre-cum hits my tongue, and I moan, knowing how much he loves me to be vocal.
With a satisfying groan, his hand runs through my hair, grabbing the back of my head. I slide his length in as far as I can go, making his hand tighten and his cock twitch. I slide my mouth off him, sucking it at the same time, pulling a deep grunt from his chest. When I pull off with a pop and gaze up at him, his eyes are black, heavy with desire.
I keep my gaze holding his, smiling as I slide him right to the back of my throat again.
“Fuck,Bella. I’m not going to last long.”
I can feel his length swell between my lips as his mouth hangs open, barely restraining himself. The way his chest is rapidly moving, I know he’s close, but if one quick motion, he pulls me off him and lifts me onto the bed.
“Even though that was incredible, and I’d love you to swallow me, I haven’t waited this long to be inside of you to not have you shatter under me. I’ve dreamed of this day.”
“But I was having fun,” I tease.
He hovers over me with a smirk. “You can do it again later, but for right now, I need you around me.”
His cock hits my opening, but then he backs away.
“Where are you going?” I ask with a frown.
“Condom.”
“I’m on the pill, remember?”
He smiles. “Good I want to feel you completely. Without any barriers.”
He doesn’t even finish the last word before he thrusts all the way in, and my breath catches in my throat.
My muscles clench around him, welcoming him.
He hisses when I do it again.
Laying a kiss on my lips, he grunts, “You keep finding new ways to torture me, and I’ll have to do the same.”
His thrusts become harder, and I lock my ankles around his back. The pressure builds and my walls squeeze against him.