My cat lifts her head from the couch, blinking blearily. She takes one look at us, her eyes suddenly wide as saucers, and vanishes. But she’s the last thing on my mind because Win is kissing my neck again.
“Bed,” he whispers.
In answer, I steal his lips.
I don’t know how we make it to the bedroom without knocking anything over, but the moment we do, I surrender to lust.
Music isn’t the only language we know how to speak.
Never breaking our kiss, I set him on the edge of the mattress and begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“As pretty as you look in this, I need you naked.”
He grins against my mouth as he shrugs the silky material off and starts on mine. I smooth my palms over his shoulders, reveling in the velvet softness of his skin. Down his chest. He gasps when I flick the silver barbell through his nipple, then trace the crevices of his abs.
My fingers hook the waistband of his pants. Holding my gaze, he reclines on his elbows. I can’t look away, even as I unzip his fly. Even as my knuckles brush his cock through his boxers. Even as I peel those off too. He’s got me in a hypnotic state, completely entranced by smoldering grey eyes.
Once he’s fully undressed except for the string of pearls around his throat, I step back to take him in.
His heavy-lidded stare watches me devour the sight of him on display. Parted kissed-pink lips. Mussed raven hair. The art on his skin undulating with every rise and fall of his toned chest. The tempting happy trail pointing to his beautiful pierced cock resting in a puddle of precum.A sharp canine pinches his lip.
“You’re a masterpiece.”
Disbelief and adoration blur his sharp edges.
“Come here,” he whispers.
I’m shedding my clothes and crawling over him as he leans up to meet me halfway. Cradling the back of his head I tip onto my side, guiding him down to face me.
Legs tangle, tongues dance and hands wander. I hook his thigh over my hip, slotting us together—
The second our cocks touch we moan. Hot and sticky with arousal, we writhe against each other. But as incredible as it feels, I want more. My palm burns a trail down his spine to the dimples above his ass. I press my thumb into the indent, my pinky sneaking into his crease.
“Do you remember the first time we had phone sex?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he breathes, rolling his hips, lost to the sensation.
“Will you… show me what you did?”
All movement stops.
Fuck.
I’ve already pushed too far.
He inches back—
A gorgeous blush colors his cheeks. He bites that puffy bottom lip again. My cock twitches against his, widening his nervous smile. His hand leaves my hair as he brings two fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth.
Bury me
My awed stare tracks the swirl of his tongue as he coats them. He reaches behind—
And pauses.
Uncertainty flashes through his eyes.
Gently, I rock my hips.Come on, love. Be brave for me again.
