He nipped me and then moved to smooth strokes of his tongue. He alternated, and the difference in sensations was driving me wild. His fingers found me again and this time I started going off. I wasn’t sure I’d survive. It was cataclysmic; I felt myself splintering with Ford worshipping me from the floor.
“Two weeks. Never again.” His mouth plotted small kisses along my inner thigh and over my hip bone as my body continued to quake and revel in the pleasure wave rippling through every inch of me. Ford continued to kiss and snake his way up to my face, where he brought his mouth to mine, tasting like me, and I wasn’t bothered. “Feel good?” He said it with a smirk, and instead of answering, I pinched his ass.
He bit my bottom lip, and then didn’t waste an extra second before slipping inside me, deeper than I thought he’d ever been. He stayed like that for a while, kissing me and pressing harder into me. I felt him at the base of my spine, at the top of my head, in my tiptoes. Basically, everywhere.
“I’m going to be a little rough,” he said with his lips caressing my ear. “Remember what I said? I’m in charge?”
I nodded.
“Is that okay, James? Say what you want…”
Judging by the fact I was on the brink of a third orgasm after only hearing the wordrough, I was game.
“Let me hear it.”
“I want you. All of you.”
“Do you want to try something with me?” He started to move inside me. Slow, gentle strokes, hitting every nerve in my core, taking my breath away.
“I do.” My breath was swept away in my words.
With his body over mine he moved a bit faster, his one hand braced on the bed next to my head. The other came to my neck. His palm settled over my skin, his thumb caressing my pulse, and then he added pressure. He plunged harder and deeper into me as his hand tightened.
“Breathe,” he whispered, and I found it wasn’t a problem to breathe through his constricted hold. My belly swarmed with sensation and the nerves in my lower region pulsed furiously the longer he gripped my neck and drove inside me. I closed my eyes, and he immediately said, “No, look at me.”
I did as I was told and was rewarded with an even more brutal pace. His hand abandoned my neck and for a quick second I wondered if I’d have a mark.
As his thumb found my most sensitive spot between us, he said, “There’s no mark. I wouldn’t.”
Privately, I wondered how he did that, but didn’t spend long on it because his head fell back, and I could tell he was going to climax. As he roared, my own eyes closed, and my head dipped into the mattress as we fell down the most hedonistic rabbit hole together. I never wanted to climb out from this place of desire.
As Ford slithered closer to me, his body touched mine everywhere, his chest sliding along my own. Our four legs might as well have been one giant trunk as he pulsed inside me, my own body twitching.
“James, you need to get your ass to California a few days after I leave here. I’m an animal after not having you on the regular.”
It should have felt degrading. But sue me—it didn’t.
For the next week, I worked from home, Ford holed up in a coffee shop during the day. And we spent the evenings running, eating, and getting naked.
In no specific order.
The night before Ford left, we went to see Nelle play. She was magnificent on the court, leading her team to a victory. Afterward, she made a V with her two fingers and waved them between her eyes and Ford.
“She’s watching me,” he declared.
“You should be scared,” I stated.
“I am. Believe me, I am.”
As we walked out, Ford’s arm around me, I said quietly, “Don’t hurt me.”
“Not again,” he said back, only for my ears.
James
Some like it hot and smoggy.
“It’s like paradise out here.” I spoke softly while cradled in between Ford’s legs on the lounger, my head back on his chest. I took in the stars above me, the pool rippling in the background, and sighed.
