“I don’t know about that…” he starts, but I cut him off by kissing him softly for a few seconds. He pulls away first and spins me towards the water. “Let me clean you off, and if you still want to do more when we get out, then we can,” he offers, kissing the side of my head.
I nod, watching as he gets some soap and begins to wash my body, getting all the mud and dirt from our adventure off my skin. Then he moves onto my hair, washing carefully and peppering kisses across my neck and back, the kind that makes me crazy for him.
“Can I wash you?” I whisper, and he nods. He stands under the water as I wash away the dirt on his body, pressing kisses to the skin as he’d done for me. I have no idea why he thinks I wouldn’t want to do more, because if anything, this is making it impossible for me not to jump him.
As we get out of the shower, he wraps me up in a towel, and we make our way down the hall to his room, shutting the door behind us.
“You still want this, baby?” he asks, his towel hanging loosely on his hips.
“Mhmm, I do,” I hum, letting the towel drop from my body. His eyes darken, but they never leave mine.
The back of my legs hit the bed, and I pause, letting him close the distance between us.
I pull at his towel, leaving us both bare to each other.
“I’ll go slow, and you are allowed to tell me to stop at any point. I don’t care when, I will stop if you ask.”
I nod softly, his words hitting me straight in the chest. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment.
He gently lowers me to the bed, following after me as I make myself comfortable against the pillows. He kisses me soft and slow, in no rush. I kiss back, my fingers tangling into his hair as his hands explore my body. His touch is feather light, and it drives me fucking crazy, making me squirm underneath him.
He kisses every inch of skin, and it drives me mad. My whole body feels like it’s on fire as he kisses all the parts that make me moan for him.
“Please,” I gasp, as he kisses my inner thigh. His hands gently massage the skin as my fingers grip the sheets.
He smirks against my thigh, nipping the skin softly. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers.
“Please, I-I…” My stutter trails off as he leaves another kiss on my skin.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Ineedyou,” I whimper. His eyes find mine, and they soften. He kisses back up my body, resting our foreheads together.
“Are you sure you still want this?”
“Yeah, I’m really sure,” I whisper. He kisses my temple before leaning back on his haunches and reaching into his nightstand for a condom.
I watch him carefully as he rolls the latex onto his cock. It looks huge, and it makes me wonder if it’ll fit.
“You ok?” he asks, his eyebrows scrunching.
“Is it going to fit?’
He smirks slightly as he comes back down on top of me. “It’ll fit, baby,” he promises, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and cupping my face with one of his hands. “Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes darting between mine, looking for any sign of uncertainty.
“I am,” I whisper, leaning back fully against the pillows and looking down, watching as he lines himself up. When I look up at him, his eyes are already on me. The look of affection in his eyes is enough for me to want to cry, but I somehow manage to keep myself together.
I break eye contact first, my eyes finding his cock as he nudges against my entrance.
I moan softly, my toes curling as he pushes the first little bit in. Stretching me slightly, it hurts, but not as much as I remember.
“Are you ok?” he whispers, cupping my cheek and making me look up at him.
“Mhmm, yeah,” I whisper.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asks, immediately stopping from pushing in any further.
“Maybe, for just a moment,” I whisper, and he does as I say. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
