He walks, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me toward the bed without breaking the kiss.In the next heartbeat, he’s got me flat on my back.His weight presses into me, his mouth never leaving mine.
Our tongues tangle, messy and hot, as we chase air we don’t care about.He groans low, a sound pulled from deep in his chest, and it vibrates through me.
He grinds against me.
My whole body arches sharply.A jolt of pain shoots through my core, and my mind goes blank.It’s fortunate we’re lying down because otherwise, my legs would have collapsed.My stomach tightens, and I struggle to breathe.
I feel him.
His hard cock.Thick.Pressed against me through his jeans.My thighs shift restlessly, craving more.The heat between my legs pulses, already aching, already soaked from how fucking good he feels even with the layers still between us.
He pulls back slightly, just enough to truly look at me.His eyes follow my face slowly and purposefully, as if he’s memorizing every detail.
I should tell him to back off.I should push against his chest and remind myself why this is a stupid idea.
But, I don’t.I can’t move.I can barely breathe.
His hand comes up, thumb brushing my cheek, rough and gentle all at once.His touch steadies me even as it unravels everything inside me.
“Jesus,” he murmurs.His voice is low and husky, scraped raw, and it lands straight between my thighs.“You have no idea what you do to me.”
My breath stutters.My skin is too tight, too sensitive, every nerve lit up and waiting.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says quietly.Like it’s something he’s been holding back and finally lets himself say.
His forehead presses briefly against mine, his warm breath near my lips.I feel his burden, the restraint he’s struggling to maintain.
“I don’t just want to kiss you here,” he says.
His lips brush mine, soft and teasing, barely there.It’s enough to make my head spin, enough to make my body arch up into him without thinking.
His mouth shifts, grazing my jaw, cheek, and ear.His lips brush against the sensitive skin underneath, and I shiver hard, a broken sound slipping out of me.
“I want to kiss you everywhere,” he whispers.
The words slide straight through me, setting my whole body on fire.Every bit of control I thought I had fractures.
I know exactly what he means.
And God help me, I want it too.
My eyes flutter shut as his mouth trails down my jaw.Each kiss dragging another shallow breath from my lungs.His lips are slow, wet heat against skin that is too tight, too exposed.
One hand slides beneath my shirt, fingers grazing up my torso.My nipples turn to glass, stiff and aching the second the fabric lifts.Both hands spread across my ribs, thumbs slowly slipping beneath the edge of my bra.
It’s a struggle to breathe.
His touch brands me.My back arches into him, desperate for more, my pulse thudding everywhere at once.He could ask for anything at this moment, and I’d give it to him.
His head drops lower, settling under my breasts, breath pouring over my skin in hot, broken pants.
“Your clothes are in my way.”
Fuck, my body lights up from the inside.
“I need them gone,” he says, his fingers already inching the hem higher.“I need to look at you.”
The words shouldn’t hit as hard as they do.But they do.Because it isn’t only about touching.It’s about seeing.About knowing.About stripping away every barrier and letting him take all of me, even the parts I don’t know how to give.
