Aleks
Two weekslater
“Are you sure, Aleks?”
I knew he wanted the actual word “yes” but my body was so crazy with need that it was hard to form the necessary sounds. Not to mention I could barely breathe.
Who would have thought Vaughn’s fingers could make me so mindless?
Well, his fingers… and his tongue… and his hot breath against my neck… and his words…
Like how beautiful I was.
And responsive.
And tight.
And hot.
Andhis.
I probably could have orgasmed from that last word alone because the way he’d said it – growled it, actually – was like its very own sex act.
Oh, and of course, who could forget that spot inside me thatVaughn knew just how to play to just completely rob me of the ability to speak or think?
In thebestway.
“Please, James,” I managed to get out, because I knew he liked hearing the words. When I felt his penis start to push into me, I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth against his shoulder to keep from crying out.
In pleasure.
It wasn’t the first time Vaughn was penetrating me, but I swore, it seemed to get better each time and I had no clue how that was possible. The first time I’d asked him to put himself inside of me, I’d chickened out and then I’d freaked out. At that point, Vaughn had already introduced me to all the pleasures both his fingers and his tongue could bring my body, including that place where it had only ever hurt before. But my mind had started playing tricks on me as soon as his dick had touched me there. I’d started to cry and tell Vaughn I was sorry over and over again. He’d immediately stopped and then he’d just held me for what had seemed like hours until I’d fallen asleep. The next morning, we’d lain in our new bed and just talked and talked.
Well, I’d talked.
He’d listened.
I hadn’t been telling him anything new, but he knew that talking things out helped my mind work through everything, so he’d patiently listened and then he’d reminded me that if that one aspect of making love wasn’t something we ever did, he didn’t care. Then he’d told me he loved me and we’d showered together where he’d proceeded to cherish my body and bring us both to a pleasurable end with his hands and mouth.
We’d tried again the next night, but only becauseI’dpushed so hard for it. If it wasn’t something I could have with Vaughn, I’d wanted to know it. The whole process had been slow and awkward at first, but Vaughn had made every second of it about me and my pleasure. By the time he’d put himself inside of me, I’d been mentally prepared. I’d figured it was something I could tolerate.
Then he’d started moving.
And touching me.
And talking to me.
And I’d been a goner.
So had my body.
He’d made me come twice before he’d finally spilled deep inside of me.
And I’d once again become addicted.
This was our third time with him making love to me and while he was still being careful by going super slow, I was very, very over all that. “Fuck me, James,” I practically demanded as I dragged him down for a kiss.
Vaughn smiled against my mouth. Then he pushed into me hard and deep. I dug my nails into his back and closed my legs around his hips. My body stung where his flesh was spreading me, but the burn that followed was like the sweetest drug. I threaded my fingers through Vaughn’s hair as he thrust into me in a rhythmic glide that was both powerful and gentle at the same time.
