The way she says my name makes my cock twitch, and I can’t deny I’m seconds away from blowing in my pants. A couple more thrusts and I’m sure the roughness of my jeans could finish the job, that’s how much Stacey winds me up… how much her scented skin and soft touches and moans can push me overboard.
I groan against her core as my fingers curl, massaging a delicious spot inside of her that makes her hand twist in the blanket below and her pleas to heighten. I try to encourage her with my own moans, working at a rhythm that can pull the orgasm right out of her. She squeezes me tight, and then her body is arching, a long cry escaping her lips as she calls out my name and comes on my fingers. Everything feels perfect in that moment as I work to keep her in suspension, working her with my tongue in a way that expands her climax. Just when I think she can’t take it anymore, tiny aftershocks fall over her, her body relaxing underneath me completely.
I sneak a few more licks, her body jolting from the oversensitivity, and then I kiss from her thighs to her stomach to her chest before I’m right back at her lips and taking them again. Our tongues move together, and I know by the groan she lets out that she can taste herself. When I pull back, she smiles, her cheeks red and her nose scrunched.
“That might be the best feeling in the world.”
“Yeah, for me too,” I say with a laugh. “There’s more where that came from. Anytime you want me to, I will gladly take my place between your thighs.”
Stacey giggles as I kiss her neck and roll over to lie beside her. I pull her into my body, loving the way she moves languidly and relaxes into my frame. “Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Well, sure, but what about…” She trails off, pointing at the unfortunate boner in my jeans.
I shrug. “Don’t worry about it. Maybe later. First, I want to get some food in you. Do you like Chinese?”
She smiles, glee showing in the rise of her cheekbones. “Yeah, I like Chinese food.”
“Good. I’m going to get a ton of it.”
TWELVE
Playing: “I’m with You” by Avril Lavigne
The morning sunglares through the dark curtain, dust shimmering in the lightened space where it glows. Despite our late night, everything is clear the moment I wake up in Axl’s room, his body firm beside me. His hand is lying idle on my hip, his eyes shut as he hums a snoring lullaby.
He looks so peaceful, and I find myself staring longer than I should because it’s such a glorious sight. I never thought I’d see it. I let myself bask in this kind of affair with nothing but joy in my heart. But his sleeping form lulls me, keeps the panic in check as I watch and admire. It’s a sight to behold, one that belongs to me and me alone.
Our scents have morphed together like they’re meant to be one, and it’s bizarre because the two fragrances couldn’t be more different. He’s stormy power and I’m grounded earth, but the combined aroma makes for a heady sensation that leaves me breathless in its wake.
Axl’s eyes seem to blink open while I’m ruminating, sleepstill prominent in his features. “Good morning,” he whispers, and the roughness of it sends flutters to the apex between my thighs.
“Good morning,” I say back and hope he doesn’t call out how breathy it sounds.
“Do you want breakfast?”
I raise a teasing brow. “From your kitchen? Can you cook?”
“I know how to use a spatula,” he says, his smile beaming. “And a toaster.”
“Breakfast of champions.”
“Alright, alright.” He finally sits up, rubbing his eyes, before he leans over and tries to kiss me. I let out a shriek.
“What?!” he asks, his eyes popping open.
I purse my lips. “It’s just… I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
Amusement tugs the ends of his lips. “I don’t care about that. Come here.”
He pulls me forward and I melt into him, reveling in the intimacy of it. His lips still taste like the cigarette he stepped out to smoke before we went to sleep, and his rough, callused hands fall over my bare thigh under the baggy T-shirt he let me borrow. It’s slow, soft, and hits every pressure point in my body like a tidal wave.
I protest as he pulls away, causing a delighted chuckle to fall from his lips. “Greedy beta,” he taunts me, his voice like velvet on my skin. “Let’s eat breakfast. Then, if you’d like to jump my bones, you’re more than welcome to.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Don’t act like you’re any less greedy.”
“Oh, I’m not,” he says, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman. At least for the rest of our first twenty-four hours together. Now, I’m going to get us some breakfast in bed. You stay here and think about what you might want to do today.”
“We can do anything?”
