I nod, my eyes fluttering shut as I welcome the pleasure freely. “I’m perfect,” I whisper.
“You’re right about that.”
He grips my thighs tight, and I lean my chest down onto his when one of his arms loops around my waist, the other finding the clasp on my bra, and I wiggle my arm free.
He forces some distance between us when he pulls himself out of me, only to slam himself back inside and my head falls to rest against his shoulder.
“More,” I beg him, and this time when he pulls himself out, I feel a sense of emptiness wash over me until he fills me up again, and I feel whole.
He builds up speed with me still on top of him, held there by his arm firmly around me, thrusting inside from beneath. “You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear, and I moan into his.
Pulling himself out of me entirely, he flips us over with my back now against the mattress, taking control back completely.
I don’t focus on the fact that I feel confident, or the light filling the space, or how vulnerable I feel.
Instead, I force myself to focus on everything he’s doing to me, and how he takes his time. He kisses my jaw, my neck, and across my collarbone. His hand cups my left breast while his mouth covers the right, nipping and sucking on my nipple. My back arches into him.
He drags his lips down my stomach and around my belly button until he makes his way to my pussy, and I fold.
I want to call it a day, and live in this moment with him forever.
He slides one finger inside of me while his tongue forms circles on my clit, licking and sucking until I’m close.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I warn him. But it’s a plea, too, because it’s been so long since I’ve experienced any sort of release and I need it.
Crave it.
“That’s the point, Snow, and I can’t wait to taste it when you do,” he says before he slides in another finger and his tongue picks up the pace.
I grip the back of his head, rocking my hips against his face, and I crumble.
My breathing is labored, my pulse erratic, my clit pulsing against his tongue, and I moan so loud, I’m sure the entirety of Grangewood Creek knows I’ve finally gotten what I needed. Fireworks flash from behind my eyelids. “Mmm. You taste as good as I remember,” he mutters, climbing back on top of me, kissing his way back to my lips.
He slides himself inside with ease after barely any time to recover from my last orgasm, and it’s like I’ve set free a part of him that he’s been caged.
He buries himself deeper inside of me, hard and fast, his thumb circling my still sensitive clit. “Are you going to want me all night?” he asks breathlessly, and I nod frantically in response. “Good, because I’m about to come, and I’m not finished with you. Not even close.”
And he does. I feel him pulsing inside of me as his sweaty body drops onto mine, our breathing in sync, and I push him off so he can catch his breath beside me.
“That was…” I begin to say, but he cuts me off.
“Just the beginning?” He turns to look at me, eyebrow raised as his eyes float to my lips, slowly trailing down, and I’msuddenly all too aware that I’m completely naked, laying next to the hottest man I’ve ever seen.
Pulling up his white sheet, I cover my thighs, stomach and chest, with my foot sticking out the side.
“Don’t do that,” he says to me, eyes searching mine as he attempts to tug it down.
“Do what?” I ask, keeping my grip firm on it.
“Hide.”
“Habit, I guess,” I say with a shrug, letting go of the sheet, and when he notices, a smile tugs at his lips.
“Break it, then. Because the man you’re about to spend every single night with for the next month and a half thinks you’re absolutely perfect.”
“Every single night?” I repeat as I sit up, resting my bare back against the headboard of his bed, choosing to ignore that he continues to call meperfect. I don’t want to acknowledge our limited time left, either, because I know I’m the one at fault for it. I hate myself for avoiding him for so long. Especially if this is what it’s going to be like every time.
“Night, day, afternoon. Whenever you want it, my dick is at your disposal. The limit on which I will allow you to use me does not exist.” He chuckles, sliding his feet over the edge of the bed, and I stare at him with my mouth wide open.
