“I’ve thought about these dimples every second since I left you here.” His voice was gruff and low. My stomach swooped when something warm tickled my skin.
“Did you just… lick me?”
“Yes.” He did the same thing again, his tongue swirling around my lower back. “These fucking dimples are my weakness. Fuck, Naomi,” he said, a desperate edge to his voice that got me hotter.
No one had ever saidfuckin that grave way to me before. Just Michael. I hummed approval, and he lifted my shirt up higher, kissing his way up my spine. A horrible intrusive thought burst through my mind—did he do this with all his lady friends? Kiss their spines and take care of them?
He probably did. He was a good guy, but I couldn’t let that bother me. Not when we’d agreed on friends. Just friends who hooked up. He kneaded my ass with his hands as he bit the spot where my shoulder met my neck.
“Oh god,” I moaned. His touch felt so good.
“What is it about you?” he murmured.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to himself, so I didn’t answer. Instead, I closed my eyes and took in everything. The musty scent of the bed, the way he smelled like outside, and the rough pads of his fingertips exploring my ass and back. He was overwhelming in the best way, and my pussy throbbed with need.
“You don’t feel sleepy or anything from the medicine, right?” he asked, his lips flirting with the outside of my ear.
I shivered again and squirmed beneath him. “Not even a little bit. Not anymore.”
“Good.” He lifted me up and turned me around so I sat with my legs spread wide on top of his lap. I still wore nothing under the shirt, and my face flushed with embarrassment.
He could seeeverything.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Naomi.” He took my shirt off and trailed kisses over my collarbone, over my pebbled nipples. The pressure in my core was enough to kill me.
“Michael,” I said in a hazy daze as each one of his touches had me falling a little deeper. He seemed to understand the neediness of my voice, and he ripped his own shirt off. He pulled me close so we were chest to chest, and he kissed me, hard.
It wasn’t aggressive like before. This kiss was slow and steady. His tongue slid into my mouth, probing me, teasing me, like he had all the time in the world. I rocked against him, his erection throbbing beneath me, and he growled against my mouth.
“This is insane,” he said, pausing our kiss to look down at me. “I just had you, but I need more.”
“Me too.” My heart stumbled as his blue gaze met mine, his chest heaving with the same urgency. “Me too,” I said again, bending down and biting his bottom lip. “Please,” I begged, unsure what I was asking for.
To fuck me? To stop teasing me? To not break my heart?
All of the above?
He grinned against my mouth before lifting me and tossing me onto the bed. No more gentle Michael. He looked feral, and holy shit, it was hot. Super hot.
He undid his belt and slid out of his pants and boxers, his massive dick already thick and hard. “Grab a condom, Naomi. Put it on me before you get on top of me.”
“On top of you?” I asked, my voice small and shy all of a sudden. I wasn’t a virgin, but we both knew I was way less experienced than him.
“Yes.” His eyes flashed with heat. He cupped my neck with his large hand, not in a frightening way, but a totally hot, seductive way. He trailed his thumb over my bottom lip, and I whimpered. “Your back is healing, and you might be sore. You can set the pace then.”
He spoke so softly I blinked back emotion. He was worried about me. My poor heart.
I took the condom and ripped it open, my fingers shaking as I slid it over his cock. His massive dick pulsated beneath my hand. I’d never done that before, but after a nervous glance at his face, I relaxed at his expression. Warmth. Trust. Softness. He lay on his back, and I carefully climbed over him. His stomach muscles clenched as I straddled him, aware of the light dusting of hair leading to his cock. I could stare at his naked body for hours and find something new. The slight scar under his ribs, the dark shadows of tattoos on his arm. He was dangerously beautiful, inside and out.
He leaned up and took my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until he released it with a pop.
My body clenched with need. I positioned myself over him and oh so slowly guided his cock into me. “Damn,” I said, feeling full from his length. I was a little tender from earlier, and he gripped my waist, slowly helping me set the pace.
“Take your time, Naomi, I want this to be good for you.”
I arched my hips and leaned forward, aware that he could see all of me. Each roll, each imperfection of my body. The insecurity didn’t last long though. He touched and kissed everywhere, essentially kissing the worry away. I didn’t have time to think about how my boobs jiggled as I rocked on him or if my stomach looked too big.
He pulled at my nipples then touched my clit. His eyes darkened, and his mouth went slack as sweat pooled between our bodies. This slow build up was a special form of torture. I needed more pressure, but before I could reach the peak, he stilled his hand and cupped my head, moving me down to kiss him.
