With me melted into the wall, he leaves a gentle kiss on my oversensitive skin, lifting his head to look at me again. His lower face glistens with my release, and he licks his lipsbefore taking the hem of my borrowed shirt to wipe his chin.
He stands slowly, his hands never leaving my body as they settle on my hips. “You’ve been so quiet when you come. I was wondering if I’d ever get to hear you scream for me.”
His mouth hovers over mine, and I close the distance, tasting myself for the first time. I moan into him, palming his hardness through his jeans, then reaching for the button and lowering the zipper. I shove his pants and boxer briefs down, desperate for him, so, so desperate.
This new energy between us is loaded. We’re both processing a lot of feelings individually, I know that. But it feels so good to have this one thing that we can give each other, to know he feels at least some of what I feel, and that we can both find some type of relief together.
I lift my knee again, and he grips the backs of my thighs, lifting me until I feel his hardness between my thighs. I rock against him until his hard cock is slick with my release. When I start to move faster, his groan is almost pained as he throws his head back. “I need to get a condom, baby.”
I don’t stop moving. I can’t.
“I’m on birth control, and I was tested not long ago. You have nothing to worry about. Do I?” Slowing down, I lock eyes with him.
“No. Nothing to worry about. Are you sure?”
How do I tell him I’ve never been more sure of anything or anyone than I am of him?
“Yes. Now make me scream again.” I notch him at my entrance, gasping at the feel of him with no barrier between us. “Fuck me, Arthur.”
With one thrust, he pushes inside as a feral groan leaves him, and his fingers grip me hard enough to bruise. I hopethey do. I hope he marks my body the same way he’s marked my heart. Permanently.
“Yes,” I whisper. “More,” I beg, and he delivers, relentlessly fucking me hard but slow, lavishing my skin with kisses. “You’re perfect.” My words come out between pants, but I don’t miss the way he moans at my praise.
With one hand, he grips the collar of my shirt and pulls until buttons go flying, then his fingers are deftly pinching and pulling my nipples. He picks up the pace, and the noises I make are savage. Again, liquid heat fills me as I find a climax unlike any other. I wonder if it would always be like this with him. But then there’s no time to wonder, as Arthur’s face strains as he empties himself inside me.
“Alice, fuck,” he whispers before kissing me deeply, shivering with the aftermath of his release, his hold on me softening as his kisses do the same. His lips leave a warm trail across my jaw, down my neck, until his face is burrowed there again, his inhale so deep, it seems never-ending. He stays inside me, and while I know this was us needing a physical connection to make up for the emotional turmoil our families have us in, it feels like more. So much more.
As he lifts his head, he kicks his pants all the way off, and my back comes away from the wall. He carries me to the bathroom, somehow grabbing a towel out of the closet while I’m still wrapped around him. I laugh, imagining what we look like right now.
“Tesouro, you can’t laugh while my dick is still inside you,” he says, sounding sad, but smiling from ear to ear. He kisses me quickly. “Just kidding. You can laugh whenever you want.”
Somehow, he’s still semi-hard, and when we shift, Imoan, despite knowing that there’s no way I could possibly come again right now. He lifts an eyebrow at me, and I giggle again, shaking my head.
Setting me on the edge of the countertop, he kisses me again, just two soft touches on my lips. “I’m gonna clean us up, then you’re coming to my bed. I’d say we could do yours, but mine is bigger, and I’m pretty sure more comfortable. But if you want yours, I’m gonna be there, because there’s no way I’m not sleeping next to you tonight.”
It would be so inappropriate for me to cry right now, but it’s exactly what I feel like doing. He’s so hot and so sweet, so serious and so funny, so hard and so tender.
“Yours.” It’s confirmation of two things: where we’re sleeping tonight and what I am.
I quickly latch my mouth to his again, and two tears race down my face. He lets me kiss him without rushing me, even though we really do need to get cleaned up. As I shift closer to him, I moan again because apparently it’s not possible for my body not to call attention to how much this man turns me on.
When I do it a third time, he bites down on my lower lip gently.
“Alice,” he warns, in that deep voice that makes me clench around him.
“Goldie,” he says even more sternly, and when I roll my hips,
“Baby,” he gasps. His hips push forward almost involuntarily, making us both groan.
“Tesouro,” he calls, gently, pressing his forehead to mine. “As much as I’d love to tell you we can go for round two right this second, I’m a fairly normal thirty-five-year-old man, and there is no way my cock is getting hardagain. Not for another hour or two.” He sounds disappointed, which makes me want him more. “But I will gladly give you my mouth, my fingers, or my thigh again if you need more.”
It’s tempting. So very tempting.
“I don’t think I could come again anyway. I’m pretty sure you drained my body of all the necessary orgasm hormones or whatever.”
What am I even saying?
I don’t know anymore. He might have also drained my brain of working cells.
