My pulse skips the same way it does every time he says those words.Add in the need, the brevity shining in his bright green eyes, and I’m a goner.“I love you, too.”
His cock bobs, standing at full attention while he keeps his feet planted at the edge of the mattress.“Wanna mark the hell out of you right now.”
“Then, do it.”I reach for his erection when a droplet of precum appears at the slit.Squeezing carefully, I bend closer and kiss the tip, pumping my palm along his shaft.Up and down, up and down, I massage him until his eyes roll back in his head.Moving to the end of the bed, I wrap my mouth around him, sucking on his cock the same way he did my tongue when he first walked in.He jerks in my mouth, and I moan around him, closing my eyes and memorizing the little groans reverberating through him.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum.
Yes.I have a feeling this is exactly what he needs.
Dragging his thumb around my swollen lips, he grunts, “Fuck.Almost as good as your pussy.”Pride spreads through me, and I smile around him, looking up and finding his gaze on me.“Want to try something new?”
My head bobs ever so slightly.
“Come here.”Freeing himself from my mouth, he moves onto the bed.I reach for his cock, pumping it with my hand just like before as I lie back down on the mattress until he’s caging me in.
“Fuck, that feels good.”His confession is thick with lust as tension builds in his grasp, like he’s holding on for dear life.“Too good.”
“You were saying?”I tease.“We’re going to try something…” I run my thumb along the head and spread my thighs, lining him up with my entrance.“New?”
Something sparks in his gaze, making his green eyes practically glow as he bends closer and kisses my throat once more.“You know I want to feel you bare, but first.”Linking my free hand with his, he guides my fingers to my center.“Touch yourself.”
“You want me to touch myself?”
“Yeah.”
“And what will you do?”
He lifts his head, holding his weight with his elbows on either side of my head in a plank position.Slowly, he crunches his abs on top of me.His heavy cock drags along my stomach, and I swear I can feel it directly against my clit.“I’m gonna do something I’ve been dreaming of since the moment we met,” he grinds out.A trail of cum marks along my stomach, and I finally realize exactly what he wants from me.Lifting my free hand, I slowly circle my nipple.His attention zeroes in on the simple motion, and his Adam’s apple jumps.“Fucking love these tits.”
“You know, I think I knew that,” I tease.My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I stare up at him, soaking up the heat in his gaze.“You going to mark them for me?”
He drags his cock along my stomach all over again.The warmth is enough to drive me insane.Seriously, it has no right to be this much of a turn-on.It’s like he’s drawing a picture or painting a feeling on my abdomen.Mine.
“I’ve marked them before,” he reminds me.
Images of the hickies scattered along my chest after our first encounter together rise to the surface, and my mouth curves up.“With your mouth, yes.”
“And what else do you recommend I mark it with?”
“I’m sure you can come up with something.”
Sitting up, his thighs on either side of my chest until I’m pinned beneath him, he stares down at me before glancing over his shoulder.I don’t have to be a genius to know what he’s seeing.He’s watching me play with myself.My fingers skating against my clit before dipping lower to my slit.The gentle tap, tap of my index finger as I gather my wetness and circle the little bundle of nerves once more.
Mm-hmm.Yup.That feels pretty freaking good.
So good, I’m pretty sure I could come like this.With his eyes on me.His weight pinning me in place.And his uneven breathing echoing off my bedroom walls.I spread my thighs a little wider, his gaze enough to set me on fire.Before Ford?I never would’ve done something like this, let alone gotten off on it.Heck, I couldn’t even get off when I was alone, too self-conscious to do anything but feel stupid.It’s not that I was a prude.It's just…I guess I felt insecure?But with Ford, I feel like a siren.A goddess.Someone who deserves to be worshipped.And worship me, he has.Over and over again.
Now, it’s my turn.
The head of his cock bobs just beneath my chin, and I lift my head, curious if I can steal a taste.Sensing my movement, Ford’s head swivels back, and he looks down at me pinned beneath him.
“You tempting me, June Bug?”
I bat my lashes.“Guess I can’t resist.”
Slowly, he shifts his weight, letting his knees take the brunt of it while still keeping my arms pinned to my sides.Inch after inch, he closes the distance until the head of his cock sits just above my lips.“Taste,” he grunts.
Puckering my lips, I kiss the head then drag my tongue along my bottom lip.Salt hits my taste buds, the taste familiar and more addictive than it has any right to be.I open my mouth fully this time, desperate to suck on him while my fingers probe inside of me.
