He slowly crawls over my body, his eyes dancing with mine. “How did that feel?” he asks, a boyish grin tugging at one side of his lips.
I mull it over for a second. “I don’t even have the words.” My voice is muffled as I throw my arm over my face, trying to hide away.
I’ve no idea why, though. He has just told me to touch myself then watched me come. What am I hiding for? I hear a faint tut, before fingers pull my arm away.
“No hiding, we’re only just getting started.”
His body fits perfectly against mine, and it feels so nice to feel the weight of his body on top of me. His tongue dips into my mouth as he kisses me and his hips roll, his cock hitting just where it needs to.
His fingers are in my hair, tugging my head back as our kiss deepens, our tongues dancing to their own beat and my heart soars through my chest. I need to remember this is just anowthing. He is helping me. If that’s what we’re calling it. But I find myself becoming consumed with him, drawing his scent in like it’s my only form of oxygen, wanting this feeling with me all the time.
He presses against me, a sharp gasp passing through his mouth as he does. “I need to hear you moan. Fuck, you sound so good when you moan.” His voice is thick like gravel, heavy almost and I love it. “I want to record them and have the sound waves tattooed on me knowing that onlyIknow what they sound like…” His words do things to me, a form of possessiveness that he anchors me with, and yet, like everything, it’s just temporary.
Letting go of my hair, his fingers skim down the side of my body, goosebumps following his trail. He lifts his hips, hand curled around the back of my thigh as he pushes it up. His fingertips skim underneath me, hooking in the side of my shorts and knowing that he is going to be touching me, feeling me—God, I feel desperate for him. Fingers tease up and down my pussy before he stops. My brows furrow, and he winks.
How have I got here? How is the F1 driver I am shadowing, who is ten years younger than me, teaching me about sex?
His fingers hook inside the waist of my shorts, his eyes glued to me as if waiting for me to give permission.
“I’ve only had sex in the dark,” I find myself whispering, freeing the secrets of my past.
“That’s a tragedy.” He sighs, his grip tightening.
Sucking in a breath, I nod. Ever so slowly he slips them down my legs and discards them to the floor.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans.
Suddenly, I am feeling self-conscious. The dim light from the bedside lamp gives the room a subtle glow. I pull his tee that is around my neck down slightly, covering my chest and he growls.
“Don’t hide yourself.”
Just as he slips his hands under the soft cotton, I press my hands over my eyes, the back of my head in the pillow.
“Baby.” His fingers entwine with mine as he slowly prises them away. “You have no reason to hide.” The sad look on his face has my chest aching. “You don’t have a clue how beautiful you are, do you?” he asks as my hands place either side of my body on the bed.
“I just feel vulnerable,” I whisper, my eyes pinned to the ceiling.
“I get it, but you have opened up to me, spilled your truths, and I just want to make them all right.”
I blink, ignoring the sting in the back of my eyes.
“Let me.” A soft kiss presses against my lower stomach. “Please.” His words muffle into my skin. “Ineedto,” he says, practically begging.
Another kiss flutters on my pubic bone, and I gasp, letting myself cast my gaze down my body.
“Let me show you what this should be like between two people.” Another kiss grazes across my groin.
“Royce,” I whisper, propping myself up on my elbow.
“Just once, fuck.” His voice is constricted and my stomach knots, his kisses trailing my inner thigh.
“Just once,” I whisper back.
He groans into my skin, his teeth nipping before dragging his wet mouth over the front of my pussy, his warm breaths dancing across my skin. Fingers walk up my thighs, skimming under my ass as he swirls the tip of one at my opening, my wetness from my earlier orgasm coating them.
“So pretty.” He kisses just above my clit. “So wet.” He licks ever so slightly.
My breaths are slow, watching his every move. As his tongue lowers, rubbing over my clit, he slides one finger inside of me and I whimper at the sensation.
