That’s when he hands me the other container, giving me a sexy smile as he lies back on the bed.
My fingers tremble as I feed him the first piece. His gaze never wavers from mine as he sucks, licks, every pull of his mouth sending more throbbing jolts of need straight through me. I’m not sure, but I might come just like this.
The second piece I scoop out andonto him, my tongue dipping into his navel to chase drops of liquid that pooled there.
My conscious mind briefly registers the song is now “Love of My Life” by Queen when our gazes lock again.
He rolls me onto my back, not speaking, a new intensity to his gaze as he stares down at me.
When his lips crash onto mine, possessive, hungry, I completely give myself over to him and this. Whateverthis is, he’s feeling it, too.
I think.
I mean, I hope it’s not just wishful thinking on my part.
Somehow, we end up in the shower, and I’m not even sure how we got there. We were kissing, and kissing, and this perfect bubble outside of time and space seemed to form around us.
No more words, either. None are needed. We’ve started speaking with our eyes, our hands.
He snagged a bottle of lubefrom his own bag on the way into the shower, apparently. After taking his time soaping my body and rinsing me off, he turns me around, drops to his knees, spreads my cheeks, and I feel his tongue exploring.
My eyes roll back into my head. I hope he’s going to fuck me now, but he doesn’t. He’s teaching me more, I guess, because I learn there are nerve endings I had no clue even existed. I’m hardand dripping, not that it matters in the shower, I suppose.
We switch places, and I once again feel that surge of power hum through me as I win noises from him that immediately tell me I’m on the right path.
“Okay,” he hoarsely says, turning and pulling me to my feet again. He backs me against the wall with his mouth slanted over mine. I hear the plasticsnickof the bottle. We’re still kissingas he plants one hand on the wall by my head, and the other reaches around me, fingers sliding between my ass cheeks.
I drape my arms around him to hold on and stay upright as he teases me, gently probing, my breath coming in gasps as he makes me want it. I find myself rocking my hips against him, urging him on,needingthis.
I need it all.
My body feels alive in a way I never dreamed possiblebefore. Maybe I had sex a few times before now, but this is soooo much more.
This is the definition of making love.
Igetit now.
Moony-eyed lovers and sappy romantic songs. Breathless kisses. Hopeful daydreams of forever and beyond.
Christopher has just unlocked my soul and now I’m terrified I’ll never feel this perfection again.
By the time he works me up to three fingers, our cocks arerubbing against each other, I have one leg hooked around him, and I’m practically hanging off him to remain upright.
He nips my lower lip and raises his head. “Back to the bedroom.” His voice bears a coarse, deep, gravelly tone I’m already addicted to. “I need to make youmine.”
