He doesn’t even blink as he grips my arms and lifts me from the bed. We swap places, and his back hits the mattress as he maneuvers my knees to either side of his head.
Steady hands circle my waist, leaving wet trails along the dips in my abdomen as he encourages me closer. Our eyes meet, and something heavy and terrifyingly intimate passes between us as he guides me to his mouth. The pleasure makes my head snap back, my voice strained as I call out.
My hips roll and my thighs tense, and his name becomes a chant as my body moves faster. His fingers pit my waist as he encourages me to ride him, and my cries get louder as everything winds tight.
Muscles tremble, my breath comes in pants, and my entire body tenses. My cock tries to push from my body, and my muscles quake as I fight to hold it inside.
He knows how much I love it.
The pressure.
The deep, throbbing pulses.
The drip of cum when I can’t take it any longer.
I lose all sense of rhythm as my spine arches. Nonsense spills from my lips—pleads for more and mindless calls of his name as my fingers weave into his hair. My inhibitions disappear as I soar, and in that moment, everything is replaced by pure, blinding pleasure.
There’s no pain or sadness, only the sensation of us together and the undeniable rightness of our bodies connected in this way.
Pressure and tension, coiling and swirling.
They burn me alive from the inside until I can’t handle it anymore, and when it finally breaks, his name is damn near a scream on my lips.
Bash
Fuck,I’dmissedthis.
The flex of his muscles under my hands, the heat of his skin against my tongue, and the way his taste floods my mouth like something sacred I’d been starved of for years.
And thenoiseshe makes…
Gods, those noises.
Xeni is loud, untamed, and completely lacking any control once he lets go. It’s a heady thing to be at the center of that desperate attention.
It’s something I’ve missed every waking moment of the past four years. Not just the sex, but theintimacy. The familiar comfort and all-encompassing bliss I’ve only ever found with him.
Real struggles wait outside these walls, and Xeni and I have barely begun unpacking the damaged pieces of our past, but right now, I let myself live in ignorance.
I pretend for these stolen minutes that everything is okay.
My hands squeeze tighter around his waist, needing to pull him as close as two people could possibly be. When I do, his spine arches, head snapping back with a gasp.
His long hair tickles my stomach, and the lean, defined muscles of his abs clench as he bears down on my mouth. His thighs quiver and shake, squeezing my head between them in a way that makes my blood roar.
He’s gone, and I’m utterly enamored as I watch him soar.
My name falls from his lips and I'm convinced it's a prayer.
Even through the soaked satin of his panties, I feel his muscles contract in deep, rhythmic pulses. Warm release soaks the fabric as I suck harder, coating my mouth and chin with his flavor while he writhes above me, helpless and perfect.
His undoing is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Control slips entirely as his cock pushes from his body, barely contained by the material and pressing against the satin as another burst of thick release leaks through.
More whimpers and whines fill the room as his fingers tighten in my hair, and I feel too big for my own skin as he uses me for his pleasure, riding the waves without shame.
His comedown is just as intoxicating. He trembles, thighs loosening their grip on my head as heavy breaths push from his lungs. Slowly, he scoots back to sit on my chest, and I drink in the sight of him.
