I guess the decision is made when he leans in and nibbles at where my shoulder meets my neck. I bend my head to make it more accessible for him.
He uses his body to push mine backward, while his hands move from my arse to my back to take some of my weight off me.
I let my hands slide from around his neck to his biceps. I’m eager to do some exploring of my own, to know how Haden feels under my fingers. To make sure that once this beautiful summer storm between us passes he can’t forget me.
He keeps leaning in until he has full access to my upper body. He moves one of his hands to the centre of my back while the other moves from my side and then up until his fingers are close to my nipples.
I hold my breath, waiting for him to caress them, but instead, he plays with the skin around them, and the more he fiddles with them, the more they stiffen and beg for his touch.
“I’ve been dreaming of another taste of you since our first kiss.”
“Me too. That thought has shadowed all others,” I say, just before a whimper leaves my lips as he squeezes one of my nipples between his fingers.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He leans in closer and whispers in my ear. “I’m not going to stop until we’re both satisfied.”
He makes it sound like a threat, but what I hear is a promise.
Haden takes the nipple closer to his hand between his index and middle finger, and pinches it until I’m moaning while walking the fine line between pain and lust.
“Angel, nothing would make me happier than hearing you screaming in pleasure,” Haden says before taking my mouth in a bruising kiss and making me moan.
The sound reverberates in the otherwise silent room, and surprises me still.
Haden pulls back and his smile becomes feral, while my heart inside my chest beats to the rhythm oftake me. “Angel, don’t be too loud,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, and I bite my lips to satisfy his request.
Angel… The endearment nearly makes my heart explode into million pieces of joy. I nod, ready and eager to leave myself to his expert hands.
As soon as I agree, he’s back to making my body sing. His fingers resume their exploration of my chest, and they play with my nipples and caress my muscles until I’m a quivering mess. After a while, my nubs feel all puffy and sensitive, and I’m close to losing my mind.
When my moans try to escape, I push one of my fists against my lips to stop them.
When Haden’s fingers disappear, I whimper in protest until his lips close against the pebble, sucking hard.
I sob in pleasure against my hand, and I tighten my grip on his biceps to keep myself from falling apart, leaving the indent of my nails on his tattooed skin. One day I’ll lick all his tattoos, andhe’ll come undone under my tongue. Nothing has ever felt as good as being in his arms and him feasting on me. I want more… so much more.
“Haden…” My head falls backward as I moan his name and writhe in pleasure, and he keeps playing with my sore nipple while my erection pushes against my boxers begging to be free. Begging for his hand to wrap around it.
The sound is too loud in the otherwise silent house and I push my fist harder against my mouth to stop myself from making too much noise. I want to please Haden, as much as he’s pleasing me.
Haden doesn’t stop, but instead moves to the other one, and gives it the same wonderful treatment.
The only thing I’m able to do, while I bite my own hand, is clutch at his arm and take the ecstasy he’s showering on me.
With one last suck that makes me push against his mouth in delirious pleasure, he lets go of my too sensitive nub, and pulls back to admire his work.
I want to protest, but the feral smile from before comes back into play and makes my body shiver in anticipation.
Haden reaches for the waistband of my trousers, two fingers sliding inside to touch my skin, and my heart hammers in my chest. “Raise this plump beauty,” he says while caressing my arse.
As soon as I obey, he slides my trousers under me, and my boxer-clothed arse and bare legs are now in contact with the counter.
Haden plays with the waistband of my boxers, and with the back of his hand he caresses my skin and my trail of hair, while my dick strains to reach that playful hand to be stroked.
“Angel are you ready for more?”
“Yesssss.” My reply becomes a sob when his hand wraps around my erection and gives it a tentative stroke that nearly sends me to the moon.
That’s the only warning I have before he takes me firmly in his hand, and he doesn’t start slowly, instead his rhythm is fast, as if his need for me is overtaking him.
