Don't Lie (Don't 2)

It was so much fun. It was as if our bodies were meant for each other. We just needed a little time away to learn new tricks. I giggled to myself. Because now, we were basically sexual dynamite, blowing each other’s minds with what we could do to the other.

My hand slid under the sheet. I couldn’t stop touching him. Now that we had found each other again, I couldn’t imagine not being with him. Sure, that was fast-forwarding everything. I knew it.

But my body was drawn to him in every way. And whether he was saying it because it turned him on, or because he really meant it—I was his again. My body belonged to Blake Wyatt

My fingertips walked over his hip and slipped to his bugling cock, already hard. I sighed, taking it in my hand. I rubbed the tip with my thumb, bringing it to life. Waking him up one small pump of my hand at a time.

He rolled on his back, not saying a word. Maybe we were past the part where we needed words.

I climbed on top of him, straddling him with a wide stance and began to glide over his cock, rocking my hips back and forth. Each time I felt the wetness pool between us. His fingers dug into my waist, urging me to take him, but I reveled in this. How my body could drive him crazy. How with just the rock of my hips I could have America’s playboy demanding I satisfy him.

His hands tightened their grip with urgency as I rubbed my nipples over his chiseled chest. The points tickled over his skin and he took my breast in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. My head reared back when he leaned forward flicking his tongue over my nipple. But I still resisted what he wanted. I slid over his shaft, grinding with primal desire, rubbing my clit with satisfaction.

His hands snaked around my waist, tugging my ass wide, so that I lost the control. It was in his hands. His fingers massaged between my cheeks, prying and stretching me with certain precision until I panted from the force building inside me. He pressed into my tender skin, playing and kneading, pushing boundaries I hadn’t crossed yet. It felt so good. So warm and soothing. I let his fingers explore until the sensations drove me wild. I sank onto his shaft. My eyes locked on his as I rose forward and then lowered myself on him again. This time, my knees splaying wider. My body clinging to him harder.

The rhythm moved faster as I slid up and down his slick cock. I whimpered when I felt the orgasm start to control me.

Blake grabbed my face, crushing my lips to his. My body wracked with sensation and vibrations as he pushed inside me and I shattered around him. I opened my eyes.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

“Good morning.”

I lowered my head to his chest. His heart beat wildly inside.

His hand moved to my ass, cupping and gripping it gently. I hadn’t moved for him to slide out of me. I didn’t want him to. Blake inside of me was one of my favorite things.

“You can fuck me like that every morning, darlin’.”

“You too,” I whispered.

I didn’t know I could feel content like this again. I hadn’t been content in so long I didn’t know it was even still possible. But it was happening. The love of my life was in my bed.

“Maybe we should move this to the shower?” he suggested.

“Can we just stay like this for a few more minutes?” I asked.

“We can, but don’t you feel that?”

My eyes flashed to his. He flinched inside me.

“You drive me insane. I’m already hard again.”

I sucked in a gulp of air. “Shit.”

“And that little stunt you just pulled was really sweet. But it’s not my favorite thing in the morning.”

“Oh?” I was afraid to ask, but I could feel how hard he was. He was going to show me.

Before I had time to put any of it together Blake lifted me out from under the sheets and he was standing on the floor next to the bed. He rolled me on my stomach, his hand pressing into the small of my back.

His cock nudged between my legs and I felt him fill me with a slow intense thrust as he groaned my name between his teeth.

I clutched at the sheets in front of me, but he was dragging me backward, slamming into his hips. I grasped for gravity, but there was none. Only spiraling ecstasy. Over and over he slammed into me. My body shook with spasms as one orgasm hit me and then another.

Finally. One pump. Then another and Blake thrust into me unloading his release.

“Fuck.” He collapsed against my back.