Behind The Book (Sexy 2)

“Oh, sounds like a juicy story. Holy shit, have you written about it?” she squeals.

Ugh, this is so uncomfortable. “Not juicy at all, and definitely haven’t and won’t ever write about it.” That’s the truth. I’ll never write about that piece of shit.

“So, purple, huh?”

I glance over at Blake and he winks. Everyone starts laughing, and in this moment, I know that he gets me. He knows I don’t want to talk about my past, and he accepts that without judgment. I think I’ve had enough of this party.

“It’s been great guys, but I’m ready for bed. I’ll see you all soon.” I stand up and Blake grabs my hand and stares up at me.

“You’re going to bed?”

I lean down and kiss his cheek before moving to his ear. “I’m going to your bed.” I stand up and wink at him, and he jumps up so fast he knocks his chair back.

“Peace, guys.” He grabs my hand and practically drags me into the house, making me laugh the entire way. He keeps going until we are in his room and he closes the door.

He gives me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, and I can feel my already humming body taking notice. “You’re sure about this, right?” I nod my head and he moves closer to me. “You aren’t drunk, right?” I laugh and shake my head. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this night?”

I nod my head again and he kisses my nose. I can tell he’s going to keep asking questions, and I think the only way to prove to him I want this as much as he does is to make the first move. I push up on my toes and nip his bottom lip, which is all he needs. He crashes his mouth to mine in an all-consuming kiss and runs his hands up and down my back. I wrap my arms around his waist and hook my hands into the waist of his pants. He slowly backs me up until the back of my knees hit the bed. We are kissing so rough, with so much passion, that my body is begging for more.

He moves his hands under my shirt, and the second I feel his hands on my skin, I moan in his mouth. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with a look of want I’ve never seen before. He keeps his eyes on mine as he slowly lifts my shirt off and tosses it to the side. He moves his hands to my shorts and stares at me, seeking permission. I once again give him a nod, and he unbuttons them and pushes them down my legs. I step out of them, and I am now more exposed to him than I have been to anyone else in years. Well, that’s actually not true. That last guy was him, I just don’t remember.

I’m not going to allow myself to even go there, so I start to lift his shirt off, although he needs to pull it off completely since I can’t reach. With a shaky hand, I unbutton his jeans. He puts his hand on mine, stopping me. “London, relax. It’s just me. We’ve done this, and I’m telling you, believe me, you have nothing to worry about. You are the most sexy, sensual, beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”

How is it possible that this man is the same man that just told Jax that if guys could suck themselves off, mankind would die out? With me, he is totally different. He makes me feel so special.

“You’re right.” I move my hand down to unzip his pants, and I slide them down his legs. He steps out of them, and I take in his body like I did last night, only now I run my hands slowly and softly all over his well-built upper body. He lets me explore his solid chest, muscular arms, and six-pack abs, closing his eyes when I get lower on his stomach.

“London, get on the bed.” I don’t even give it a second thought. I climb on the bed and lie on my back. My heart is beating so quickly. I’m equally nervous and excited. I feel the bed dip before Blake climbs on top of me. No words are needed at this point. He kisses my neck, my chest, and up to my mouth. When our tongues meet, I lose control. I hook my legs around him and tangle my fingers in his hair. He breaks the kiss and kisses a path to my breasts. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched, so when his hands rub over my bra, I buck off the bed. “Easy, sexy.” He moves his mouth to my breasts and kisses them over my bra, carefully avoiding my hardened peaks. I try arching my back to get him where I want him, but he keeps avoiding them. I let a soft moan out, and I guess that’s what he was waiting for. He wraps his arms around me and unhooks my bra, easily pulling it off me. The cold air hitting my nipples makes them more sensitive, and when he sucks one in his mouth and pinches the other, I moan again. I can feel myself dripping with need. He keeps switching back and forth, showing the same attention to each of my breasts, making me wetter.

“Oh God, Blake. It feels so good.” I’m not usually a vocal person in bed. I normally don’t say anything, but it’s impossible not to be vocal with Blake. He pulls out this side of me that I don’t even know, not even as Laken.

“I’m just getting started.” He wasn’t kidding. He kisses his way down to my pussy and kisses me over my panties. Just like not being vocal in bed, I don’t usually want oral sex. It’s not that it doesn’t feel amazing, but it makes you extremely vulnerable. However, I want to rip off my own panties just to have Blake’s mouth on me. He moves my panties over and licks me straight up to my clit.

“Holy shit.” I fist the blanket in my hands when he pulls my panties down my legs, and I’m now completely bare to him.

“I’m not good with words, London, but I can show you everything I’m feeling with my body, all right?” I snap my eyes open and lift my head to him. He smiles at me and I just stare. “You remember that, don’t you?”

Remember? How could I forget what I dream about every night? That’s when it hits me. Maybe I’m not just dreaming, but reliving what happened that night.

“You said that to me in New York, the night we were together.”

He kisses my inner thigh and glances up at me. “See, you do remember. You just don’t think you do.”

He’s right. If my dream is a memory, I know every detail of what happened that night. He doesn’t say anything else. He begins licking at me, and a part of me wants to drop my head back, but a bigger part wants to keep watching. Watching him lick me over and over is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. It makes my orgasm build fast. I can feel my legs beginning to shake and my body getting that familiar feeling. When he sucks on my clit and lifts his eyes to mine, it’s over. I come hard and fast, screaming his name.

Once I return to my body, Blake hovers over me, and I feel his cock at my entrance. “Wow.”

He smiles down at me and kisses my lips, so gently. “I need to be inside you, London. Are you okay with that?”

I lift my hips, showing him how ready I am

. “I’m more than okay with that.”

He kisses me again and then rests his forehead on mine. “I know you told me last time it’s been a while, so just like then, I promise to go slow until you are comfortable.” It’s unreal how everything I dream about seems to have actually happened. The pushing of his cock at my entrance has my complete attention. I’m nervous it is going to hurt, so I dig my nails into his shoulders. “I’m going to go slow, just relax.” I listen to his voice and do just that. He slowly starts pushing his way in, impossibly slow, making my body aware of everything. I can feel something strange, something I’ve never felt before, and I open my eyes and stare at him. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, I…ummm…” How do I say this?

He stops completely and pulls out. He wasn’t in far, but I feel the loss immediately. “Sit up.”