I don’t want this thing between us to end. Before the week is out, I’m going to tell him.
Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I deepen our kiss, nudging his shoulder so he rolls backwards. The urge to straddle him is primal.
Curious eyes rake over my conservative underwear.
‘I wasn’t expecting company,’ I explain sheepishly.
‘I should hope not. I told you, I don’t share.’ Those lush lips move, but I’m barely listening, too busy memorising every single inch of him. Tracing the symmetrical lines across his taut, toned torso.
His body fits mine like a piece of art. My skin is slightly darker than his, but his hair is darker than mine. We’re like the black and white yin and yang that fit together perfectly in their colour-coded glory.
‘We never did get to the role play,’ he reminds me, flipping me onto my back.
I yelp, then giggle as he grips my wrists, pressing his hardness between my legs. So last night definitely didn’t put him off. Maybe I should wear my M&S underwear more often.
‘Who do you want me to be?’ he demands, a hungry glint in his piercing eyes.
I’m not sure he’s ready for who I want him to be, because it’s way more taboo than anything plucked from a sex bucket list.
It’s the raw and honest truth. I said I’d try to open up. What better way to test the water?
‘I want you to be mine.’ I avert my eyes, looking everywhere and anywhere.
His silence is painful. Seconds feel like minutes. What’s holding him back? We’ve already crossed so many lines, why not just get rid of them? I’m willing to try if he is.
He knows why I’m the way I am, but he’s never revealed much about himself. Who damaged him enough to avoid a loving relationship? Did one of his many short-lived conquests inflict such pain on him? Or is it because his mother left when they were toddlers?
‘I wasn’t lying when I said I’m more unavailable than you could imagine,’ he whispers, with what sounds like regret. ‘But I am working on it…’
‘Work harder. If I can manage, so can you.’
His lips twitch into a smile. ‘Wow, Chloe Sexton has finally found her tongue.’
‘Yes, and I intend to use it a lot more from now on.’
I drag my eyes back to his. Huge pupils bore into mine with a smouldering intensity.
‘So fucking hot,’ he murmurs into my neck, all trace of regret or anything else melting quicker than an ice cream in mid-July.
‘You know if I were yours, I’d lick and kiss every single inch of your body every day for the rest of my life?’ Hot fingers trace my collar bone, skirting downwards to circle my breasts.
Game on. Except I’m not playing. I haven’t been for a long time.
‘I suppose I could live with that.’ He pushes me back, assuming control.
His face dips, tongue following the same path as his fingers, licking my rippling skin as if I’m the most delectable thing he’s ever sampled.
He sounds a hum of appreciation and his head lowers, settling between my legs. No matter how many times he does that to me, it feels like the first time. Stubble grazes my inner thighs as his tongue gets to work, rolling, sucking, teasing deliciously. Huge eyes gaze up at me and for the first time since we’ve been naked together, I feel almost shy.
Not because of what he’s doing to me, but because of everything we’ve talked about. I’ve exposed way more than my body to him. And he’s still worshipping it. It’s an entirely novel experience. It’s loving, reassuring, and empowering all at the same time.
My quads tighten as I brace myself for the escalating pleasure that’s seconds away from exploding inside me. I’m waiting for him to stop, to tease me and make me beg him, but he doesn’t. My fingers scrape through his hair as my pelvis arches with wave after wave of pleasure. He continues to lap at me long after I come undone.
Tugging his hands upwards, I draw him up the bed and on top of me. ‘I need you.’
‘You have me, Princess.’ Something in his husky tone makes me think he doesn’t just mean right now.
Assertive hands grip my wrists, securing them either side of my head as he guides himself into my core, inching inside, until I’m full of him. His hips roll and my body sings with every slow and powerful slam. A moan of satisfaction glides from my throat as my release builds again.
