The tip of his tongue rubs against my piercing, and my head tips back. I shut my eyes and focus on every movement his tongue makes on my peaked nipple. It becomes harder, and he scrapes his teeth before lightly tugging on it.
I moan, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"And I thought you couldn't be any more perfect. I stand corrected." He keeps his gaze on me before looking over my shoulder. "Lie down."
I sit down on the bed, not wanting to waste another moment, grabbing his arm and pulling him closer, wanting his body on mine. I want to feel his warmth, every muscle.
"I've waited years to have you like this," August says gruffly, holding my face in his hand.
“Really?”
“You have no idea.”
I close my eyes and breathe in his scent. Clean and fresh like eucalyptus. His hard, thick cock rubs against my clit when he grinds his hips into me. I roll mine against him, wanting more friction, wanting to feel him inside me.
"Tell me what you want," he says.
Breathing in heavy, my mouth parting from the way he feels on me. "I?—"
He moves his hand from my face, down to my neck, holding on gently. "What do you want, Riley?"
I arch my back, my eyes closed, my body aching for him. "You." I exhale. "I want you."
His soft lips move to my ear, the hairs on my arms rise when his light breathing brushes past my ear, and his teeth nip at my lobe. I'm still gripped in his hand.
He pulls himself up, his hand sliding off myneck and down onto my breast. He pinches the pierced one, again, only this time a little bit harder.
“Oh, fuck. Do that again.”
"Say please." The rough skin of his thumb makes circles around it.
I peer up at him and if this were any other circumstance, I’d laugh at him. But he has all the power right now.
“Please.”
August pinches my nipple again.
"Harder.”
He does as I say. My eyes close and my hips buck. The tip of his cock slides up and down my clit, and I keep my eyes closed, taking in the feel of him.
"You want a taste, baby? You want my cock inside you? Throbbing as you take every fucking inch of me?" he says gruffly.
I can't get any words out.
"Are you on birth control?" he whispers.
"Yes." I glance down at his erection and ask, “What about you? Have you…”
Why does it feel silly to ask him if he’s been tested? I fully trust him; I’ve just learned it’s been a very long time for him. We need to circle back around to that later.
“I’ve been tested. Don’t worry.”
I nod and smile with relief. “Me too.”
A second later, his tip slips into me. I gasp; he stretches me so perfectly. I bite the bottom of my lip, thrusting my hips into him again.
My eyes open and look at him. "Fuck me, August."
