Relapse

I wrap my fingers around him, holding his gaze as I start to stroke my hand up and down his warm flesh. He twitches in my hand.

I finally break his gaze as I kneel between his legs. I run my tongue along his shaft.

“Ivy,” he repeats again, this time accompanied by his hand on the top of my head, urging me on.

There’s no need for the extra motivation, but I do pick up my pace. He lets out a moan as I dip my head over his tip and lick the salty pre-cum that leaks from his slit. His hips push up off the bed and his hand tightens in my hair. I continue to tease him, moving my tongue up and down his flesh.

When I look up at him and find his eyes half lidded and his free hand tightly gripping the sheets, I finally put him out of his misery. My lips wrap around him and I run my tongue along the underside of him as I move downward.

“Fuck, Ivy.” Nathan’s hips push up, forcing me to take more of him into my mouth. My lips stretch over him as I close my eyes. When he pulls away, but doesn’t move again, I reach up to grab his hand on my head, encouraging him to take control.

His hips snap up as he pumps into my mouth and my eyes start to water as his pace picks up, but it only makes me wetter. I hum around him and he swears.

I open my eyes, and even with my gaze blurry, I don’t miss the fire in his eyes.

His hand yanks me off of him and he pushes me to my back, his tongue shoving into my mouth as his hand trails down my body.

“I need to be inside of you,” he says, the words a plea.

“Condom,” I manage to gasp out as his fingers circle my clit.

He pulls away long enough to retrieve a condom from his wallet and I watch as he rolls it down his shaft.

My heart races as I continue to watch him, taking in the sight of his toned stomach. The muscles tighten as he strokes a hand along himself.

My eyes snap up to his. “Hurry up.” He’s taking his time and I need him inside me, need him to put out the fire building inside of me.

He prowls closer and reaches out a hand, yanking me to the edge of bed. My body is on fire and the sensation only increases as his soft lips mesh with mine.

Air rushes from my lungs as the head of his dick presses into my entrance. His eyes hold mine as he enters me slowly. The sensation of being full takes over as he bottoms out.

He pauses, but it’s not what I want. I want him to take me hard and quick. I want to be able to feel him tomorrow and remember every passionate detail. I reach up and grab onto his bicep, feeling it flex under my hand. “Fuck me, Nathan.”

He licks his lips as he pulls out before thrusting back into me. His hand slides down to rub my clit as he picks up his pace and I moan, moving my hips forward to match his rhythm.

Sweat slicks both of our bodies as Nathan leans forward, continuing the maddening rhythm. His hips snap against mine and I can feel the building euphoria. He leans forward and kisses me as we both gasp out breaths.

He pulls back and presses his forehead against mine as the bed creaks beneath us. His hands wrap in my hair and his breath fans across my face.

As he continues to hold my gaze, the intensity of it washes over me and the ferocity of the heat in my body picks up.

This is more than just sex.

His eyes leave no doubt and when his thumb circles my clit, sending me crashing over the edge, I know I’ll never forget.

This isn’t just him fucking me, it’s something more intense, more fragile, more sacred.

He lets out a groan as he stills, filling the condom.

He doesn’t raise off of me and I wrap my hands around his back, soaking into the closeness.

Finally, he rolls off of me and pulls out. With half lidded eyes I watch him dispose of the condom before coming back to the bed in all his naked glory. He lays down next to me and pulls me into his arms.

My heart expands in a way that I’m not used to and the ecstasy that I feel is more than just physical.

“I think our shells are going to burn,” I say after a moment, trying not to think too much over the implications of the emotions that try to take hold of me.

“They’ll be fine for a couple more minutes.” He strokes a hand through my hair. “I like the feeling of you against me.”

I rest my cheek against his chest. “I like it too.”

As my chest fills with warmth, the word like doesn’t feel quite strong enough.