He pulls back, breaking the kiss. “Fuck. I want you so badly, but I have to go.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and he groans, guiding me back towards the bathroom counter.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my tone playful as he lifts me up, setting me down beside the sink. I brace my hands behind me, knocking products over as I lean back.
He pushes my robe apart, revealing my naked body underneath. He draws in a sharp breath. “I think the boys can wait a few more minutes,” he says, nudging my thighs. “Show me.”
I part my legs, exposing my core to him.
“Fuck,” he says. I watch, breathless and wide-eyed, as he drops to his knees before me, running his nose through mywetness. His gaze doesn’t waver as he slowly pushes three fingers inside me, sending a jolt through my body, and my head falls back on a low moan. “Watch me, April,” he demands, and my eyes snap to him, obediently holding his gaze. He rubs his fingers back and forth over my most sensitive spot, the slick sounds of my arousal filling the quiet room, blending with my heavy breaths.
He teases my slit before latching onto my clit and I cry out. Sitting up, I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer as I move against him wantonly, fucking his face.
“You have the sweetest pussy, April,” he says, the vibration of his rough voice adding to the building sensation.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
He withdraws, and I snatch his wrist, lifting his hand to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his fingers, hollow out my cheeks and swirl my tongue, sucking my juices off him. He looks at me adoringly as he lowers his free hand to fumble with his jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. Releasing his fingers, he pulls back from my pussy before standing to push his jeans and briefs down. His thick, throbbing cock springs free, and I swallow a whimper, desperate to feel him.
This is his show, so I sit back and let him take full control. His hands firmly seize my waist as he pulls me closer, hovering my ass over the edge of the counter. Wrapping his large hand around the base of his shaft, he slides his tip through my slick folds, saturating his cock, before pressing inside. His lips crush down on mine as he fills me.
We don’t take our time. This isn’t slow, sensual lovemaking. No. He fucks me hard and fast, thrusting with furious rhythm, and I rock my hips to meet him. The rooms spins as we desperately chase release. The sound of wet skin colliding echoes through the room, mingling with our moans as the pressure in my core builds. It’s pure fucking bliss.
“Fuck. You’re so wet,” he grits out, slamming into me. “You weremadefor me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, the pressure overwhelming. “James,” I breathe.
He grunts. “Keep making those sounds and I’m going to blow my load.”
“More,” I cry. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues to fuck me. He snakes a free hand up to my throat, his other hand clasping my hip with a bruising intensity. His fingers press firmly around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse flutter. I coil my legs around his waist as he ruts into me.
Waves of warm ripples begin to spread through me, igniting every nerve as my orgasm builds. “Are you going to come, April? You want me to fill this pussy up?” he growls.
My body moulds to his. I need this.Heneeds this. I can only manage a breathless moan, my eyes rolling back as he releases my throat. The tidal wave hits, my body igniting as my orgasm crashes over me, and I shudder.
My pussy clenches, contracting around his cock as he pumps into me. “Fuck, April, I’m going to come,” he says, voice ragged.
“Please,” I beg, needing more. I feel his body jerk as he lets out a low sound, and a moment later, he spills his heat inside me.
I soften against him as my body comes down from the high.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he pants, catching his breath.
I study his face, cheeks flushed from his release, and my eyes gloss over as overwhelming affection washes through me. All my senses are heightened. I’ve never felt so connected to someone before, mind, body, and soul. He owns me. My body speaks to his. A lump forms in my throat and I swallow it down, unsure whether to lay my cards on the table and show him just how vulnerable I feel.
He pulls out, my thighs sticky from his release, and tucks himself back into his pants. The scent of sex and sweat hovers in the air. Leaning forward, he presses his mouth against mine, and I savour the taste of our mixture. A rough thumb brushes my cheek, and I take a ragged breath, his touch so tender.
“You have my heart completely,” he says against my lips, and I close my eyes, soaking in his words. He takes my hand in his and presses it flat against his chest, where his heartbeat matches the erratic thumping of mine.
“I’ve tried to guard my heart, but with you, every wall just falls away.” My voice cracks.
He places a soft kiss on my knuckles. “Your heart is precious to me. I promise to treat it with the care it deserves.”
My lips tremble as I process his words, and I sniffle, shifting to gently cradle his face. “It’s yours,” I whisper. I manage a watery smile and nod towards the door. “You shouldn’t keep the guys waiting.”
He falls still, a delicate tenderness floating between us. “I wish I could stay and clean you up.”
I chuckle. “Go. I’ll see you there,” I say, and he shoots me a wink, giving my hand a squeeze and snatching his jacket off the counter before he pulls away.
