I can’t help but smile at how beautiful he is and how perfectly he fits into my arms.
“I don’t like sharing.”
A roar of laughter erupts from him, making his body tremble against mine. “Good, neither do I.”
He pulls away from me and heads toward my room. I follow after him, unable to look away from the perfect roll of his hips when he walks. In the bedroom, he starts picking up his clothes that ended up scattered all over the floor last night.
“You’re cute, I’ll give you that,” he says as he put his shirt back on and attempts to button it up. “If I find out you’re fucking someone else behind my back, we’re done. Understood?”
I know he’s serious, but he looks absolutely delicious in only his underwear and shirt. I cuss myself out internally for wanting to strip him right here and now and fuck him senseless.
I can’t get enough of him.
Like an alcoholic in need of a drink, I’m madly addicted to him. His taste, his scent, his voice, his skin. All of him sends me on a path straight to heaven and like the smitten man I am, I beg for more.
Whatever he throws at me, I’ll gladly take it and thank him for it.
“You’re the only one I want, my Paradise. There’s no way in hell I’d touch anyone else.” I walk up to him, so our bodies are only inches apart. “Can I kiss you?”
He looks away, pondering the question attentively, before bringing his gaze to my lips. “Once.”
Permission granted. Happiness achieved.
I reach for his waist and pick him up, embracing his tender body possessively. His thighs curl around my waist, his fingers digging into my hair and pulling my head back.
“You sneaky fox,” he rasps, devouring my soul.
Our lips dance against each other, tongues intertwining as I unravel under his softness. A slight gasp escapes his mouth, making me beg for more. I drop him on the bed and trail kisses along his neck and collarbones.
He arches against me, yearning for my touch, and how could I deny him anything?
I glance up at him, resting on his back, and trace kisses further down. “Your sneaky fox.”
A wave of emotions drift through his bottomless eyes. Hesitation? Desire?
I rise to meet his face and place a tender kiss on his rosy lips.
A symbol of my sincerity and devotion.
“I have matters to deal with,” he mumbles, sinking deeper into my gaze.
“Stay with me,” I whine, kissing and biting his chest until he whimpers. “Please?”
His palms grab my face and pull me to his lips, pressing them against mine and sliding his arms around my neck. “Don’t ask me that.”
“Then don’t make me have to ask.” I sink on top of him, pressing our chests together and locking our lips passionately. “Stay with me, my love.”
Aoi returns my affection and wraps his legs around my hips, holding me encaged on top of him. His hands roam my back, and the groan that follows when I grind my hips against his is pure bliss to my ears.
He’s so needy for more, forme.
“Andrew…please.” He gasps and I grind against him, feeling his cock thicken between our crotches.
“Please what?” I tease, nibbling on the spot between his neck and shoulder, and reveling in the sounds he makes into my ear. “Use your words, beautiful.”
“Fuck me.” He digs his fingers in my hair and kisses me hungrily. “Right now.”
“Your wish is my command.”
