Groaning, Van cursed himself, cursed her. A million times over.
Opening his eyes, he looked over the mound of pillows that he had strategically stacked between them in the wide bed. He’d known if he’d touched her at all in the night he’d have woken and wouldn’t have stopped until he was buried inside her, until he felt her come all over his cock, and then he would have filled her up with nearly two months of blue-balls worth of cum.
But the side of the bed that he had tucked her into was empty. The pillow still had the imprint of her head where she’d lay throughout the night. They had compromised and held hands overtop the mound of pillows, and it had been enough. His cock had protested wildly, but his heart had been content.
He sat up and scrubbed at his face, then pushed his hair off his forehead. Fucking Christ. The woman was like Houdini.
Throwing the comforter off his legs, he stood, padding across the room in the basketball shorts he’d worn to bed and nothing else. When he opened the bedroom door, the smell of freshcoffee surprised him, and then he rounded the corner to the living room. He stopped in his tracks.
Because there she was, flitting around his kitchen in nothing but his oversized t-shirt that she’d worn to bed, her blonde hair piled high on her head in an adorably messy bun. A cup of coffee was cradled between her palms and when she turned, she saw him from where he stood. She smiled brilliantly, her cheeks turning a sweet shade of pink. He leaned his shoulder against the wall and grinned over at her as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I have to admit that I very much like the way you look in my kitchen, little one,” he murmured thickly and she blushed again.
“I hope you don’t mind, I woke early and was dying for some coffee,” she murmured shyly, gesturing toward the coffee maker.
“No, please, make yourself at home,” he said, crossing the room slowly. “I meant it when I said I like the sight of you in my kitchen. Very much so.”
“You do?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as he stepped around the marble topped island that separated them. He nodded.
He was fully enjoying the way her eyes traveled over him, taking in every inch of his body that was shamelessly on display for her. He could see when her breathing changed, her lips parting slightly with each shallow, panting breath, and when the tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips. He nearly groaned out loud as his dick hardened in his basketball shorts and felt no shame when her eyes flicked downward, taking in the growing erection there. Her eyes came back up to his, luminous and such a pretty blue in the morning sunshine that filtered in through the windows on the opposite side of the kitchen.
He reached out and took the coffee cup out of her hands, setting it on the countertop beside them before bracketing her face in his hands and tilting her face up toward his. “I thoughtyou snuck out on me,” he murmured softly, quietly. She covered his hands with her own and smiled sadly.
“I’m sorry I made you worry,” she whispered earnestly, squeezing his fingers. “But I’m right here.”
He stroked her cheekbone with his thumb as he stared down into those blue eyes he’d missed so much. How had one weekend changed his life so drastically?
“I want to fuck you so badly right now,” he murmured huskily, a rueful chuckle escaping him. “I’m so hard, Hope.”
“I can help with that,” she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. He groaned but shook his head, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her mouth. “Why not?”
“Because I promised we would wait, and if you touch me…”
“But I can make you come, Van. It doesn’t have to be sex,” she said, flicking her tongue across his lower lip. He growled down at her and she giggled.
“You naughty little thing,” he growled low, nipping her lower lip with his teeth, which made her gasp into his mouth. His cock twitched at the sound and he groaned, rolling his forehead against hers. He dropped his hands from her face and grasped the fabric of the t-shirt that she was wearing, tugging it up and over her head. She raised her arms, allowing him to remove it in one fluid motion, and then he tossed it to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but a pair of purple panties, her heavy breasts just begging to be touched, kissed. He cupped them each in a hand, squeezing and kneading, before his fingers plucked at her nipples. Her back arched and she moaned on a breathy sigh, her eyelids fluttering closed. Her hands found his wrists, clutching tightly as he continued to roll her nipples between his fingers. “I want to fuck these tits, Hope. Can I?”
“Only if you let me put your cock in my mouth first,” she whispered brokenly, opening her eyes dazedly. “Please.”
He made a sound that was half laugh, half choke. Pinching her nipples again, he reveled in the way her body reacted to him. “You’re so goddamn perfect, Hope. Such a good girl telling me what you want.” She nodded, her fingers clutching at his wrists still. “Get on your knees, little one.”
She sank to her knees in front of him, and when she looked up at him with those big blue eyes, he was gone. He knew without a single shred of doubt that he loved her. It was certifiably insane, and he knew it, but it didn’t change the fact that it was true.
She reached up and tugged the waistband of his shorts down, his impossibly hard cock springing free of the material, and then her hand was wrapped around the base, squeezing lightly. He hissed a breath in between tightly clenched teeth, wrapping his fingers around the messy topknot that her hair was tied up in and holding on for dear life. His other hand drifted over her cheek, cupping her jaw, and he growled his approval when she opened her mouth and took the head of his dick inside her mouth, then surprised the hell out of him and took him all the way to the back of her throat.
“Jesus fuck,” he groaned gutturally, resisting the urge to thrust into her mouth over and over. He stared down at her as her lips closed around his cock, sucking him in, before pulling back to the tip. Her tongue laved around the head of his dick and he thought he just might explode right then. “Hope. Fucking hell, yes. Goddamn you’re such a good girl.”
She hummed around his cock and he growled low, fisting his hand in her hair and thrusting deep. She took it so well; this was heaven and hell on earth. She stared up at him and he’d never seen something so erotic and pretty in his entire life.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered brokenly as he stared down at her. She hummed again and he groaned, clenching his jaw tight at the pleasure it caused along his shaft. Her handdisappeared between her legs, into her panties, and though he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, he could sense it. Working her fingers against her clit, he rocked his hips into her mouth. When she came around her own fingers, her moan vibrated along his dick and he felt his balls drawing up. He yanked her back, cursing wildly as her mouth popped off his dick. “Fuck, Hope. You’re going to make me come just like that.” She panted for breath and he leaned down, kissing her fiercely. Pulling away, he straightened, then slid his hand around the back of her neck. “Push those tits together for me, little one.” She did as she was told, using her hands to push her breasts together. Widening his stance, he bent his knees slightly and then slid his cock up between her tits.
Watching his dick slide up between them, the head nearly grazing her chin as she looked down to watch, too, was his undoing. Clasping her behind the neck tightly with one hand, he covered one of her hands with his other hand, and then he was done for. Thrusting wildly, his orgasm barreled toward him quickly.
“Look at me,” he growled low, his breathing ragged. She raised her eyes to his, her mouth parted with each gasping breath she took. His fingers squeezed the back of her neck and then he brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, running his thumb over her bottom lip. She ducked her head, taking his thumb into her mouth, her tongue laving the pad of his thumb as she sucked. “Fuck. Yes, Hope—”
She hummed around his thumb still in her mouth, her blue eyes luminous as she stared up at him as he came with a savage groan that built in the very pit of his being. Rope after rope of cum painted her chest and her neck, and he panted with the explosiveness of it. She released his thumb from between her lips and he stroked his fingers over her cheek as she smiled up athim. A flushed rosiness colored her cheeks and chest. He panted for breath and ducked to kiss her again thoroughly.
“Fucking hell, little one. You’re perfect,” he whispered against her mouth, and she grinned. He felt lighter than he had in years. Happy, hopeful, content—and no, it wasn’t the orgasm talking. He pecked another kiss to her lips and then straightened again before tucking himself back into his shorts. “Come on. Take a shower with me?”
