“Okay, but here we are, about to engage in some sexual healing, and I bet you’re pretty happy I planned ahead.”
He rolls off me, wheezing.
“It’s a Christmas miracle! I got the smile, I got the laugh, and now…hyperventilation. I am the god of mirth, nobody can tell me any different.”
He gets louder as he rolls back on top of me, shaking the both of us with his laughter. “What am I going to do with you? I’ve spent the last three months trying to figure out if I should fuck you or strangle you.”
“I like a little breath play.”
He collapses on top of me, laughing so hard I can’t help but laugh with him. He brings his lips to mine, kissing and laughing at the same time. Kissing and laughing until he goes quiet and deepens the kiss even further.
Thoroughly, beautifully kissing the stupid right out of me. After having a drunken conversation with Roly, who explained exactly how much fun the hate sex with Heath had been, I guess I was going for that. I had wanted to maybe piss him off just enough that he’d fuck me into the nearest surface.
I admit I was playing the short game…but this kiss?
This kiss is the long game.
This kiss is overwhelming, like I can’t keep up, and I can’t get enough, and I’ve never had every single cell in my body so aware of another person.
I whine in protest when he pulls away, but god, that fucking smile. Even though he’s totally busting my balls, I’m dazzled by it. Still grinning, he opens a corner of the lube packet with his teeth.
I settle myself back into the pillows and widen my legs, presenting my ass with a tilt of my pelvis.
He prowls forward, kissing me again, this time with enough space between us to slip his hand in and nudge his middle finger against my entrance. I relax and push in against him, enjoying the sensation of being filled, but greedy, needing way more.
I whine and quickly decide that I could get used to him smiling against my lips.
“Anxious, are we?”
I nod excitedly, not even caring about cool. “One hundred percent. Now shove another finger inside of me and get me ready for that beautiful cock of yours.”
He looks away for just a second, biting his lips against the laughter bubbling inside of him. He kisses me again and adds the second finger, this time a bit more carefully, whispering sexy things in Arabic.
I grip the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, reminding him he’s not the only one with pretty muscles. He takes my mouth again, scrambling my brain and shooting electricity out to my fingers and toes. I wrap myself around him and thrust, whining for more. He grabs a bit more of the lube and sneaks his hand down between the two of us, playing again at my entrance. This time, three fingers breach me, and I let out a satisfied grunt.
“That’s it, baby,” I say, panting, thrusting against his fingers as he crooks them just so, lighting me on fire with every little move.
After a few more kisses he pulls away, and with a few deft moves, opens the condom and suits up.
“That was efficient,” I say, poking him in the chest.
He grabs my hand, biting the teasing finger on a grin. “Not my first time.”
We kiss as he positions himself. I let out a little whine as I thrust against him, impatient. His rich chuckle fans out across my skin as he gently pushes the head of his cock through the first ring of muscle.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his hand gentle as he cups my jaw.
I smirk up at him, trying not to think too much about how gentleness from this man creates a longing I haven’t yet named. “Not my first time, either. Don’t be shy.”
He raises his brow and pushes all the way in, bottoming out so quickly, it takes my breath away. I press my feet into the bed and push against him, intensifying the sensation, forcing him deeper.
He pauses again, stroking my jaw with his thumb, searching my face with a searing look.
“Fuck me, Omar.”
He smiles at me, devastating several million brain cells as he nearly pulls out, edging that sensitive ring of muscle with the head of his cock.
“You are such a fucking tease—”
