“Okay.” Her voice was quiet, so quiet he almost didn’t hear the softly spoken word. “Okay,” she repeated. She took one step closer to the tub. “But I’m pretty sure that it’s not sanitary or healthy to get water up there.”
“No?” He stood up, letting water sluice off his body and giving her a full-frontal view of his throbbing erection. “In that case, I’ll come to you.”
He stepped out of the tub and she stood her ground. He didn’t bother with a towel, just dripped water all over the floor while her eyes remained glued to his cock. If that wasn’t a big ego stroke, he wasn’t sure what was. “Are you on the pill?”
Her mouth dropped open. “I- yes. I am.”
“Good. Because I’m clean. I swear it.”
“I- I didn’t think… I mean, I…”
“If you don’t ask those basic questions with someone and trust them to answer them honestly, then we can’t proceed. Unless it’s with a condom. I have some of those too, if you prefer.”
Her chin tilted slightly. “I believe you. I just don’t do this- kind of- thing. Ever.”
“Would you believe me if I said you were mine?”
“Yours?” she scoffed. “Are you insane?” She swayed though, belying the impact his words had on her.
“Mine for tonight. Mine to make waffles for. Mine for however long you keep coming over, keep giving this a shot. I don’t just want your body, Noemi. I want all of you.” Jeez, that was a line if he’d ever heard one, but the crazy thing was that he actually meant it.
“Let’s just stop talking now. It’s the middle of the night. Only crazy things are said by crazy people crazy enough to be awake at this hour.”
“Agreed.” She asked for it. His stomach twisted, but in that good pain kind of way.
He obliterated the few feet between them, dropped his hands to her hips, and tugged her in against him. Her face tipped up, searching, hungry, ready. He brutalized her mouth with his kiss, swallowing up her moan of excitement and desire. He wasn’t gentle. He nipped at her. Battled with her mouth. He kissed her like he was dying. Like he needed saving and she was it for him. He kissed her like he’d known her a lifetime, not for less than a day. He kissed her like he wanted the rest of her life, and it was scary and absurd how close to the truth that actually was.
He cupped her breast in one hand, rolling his fingers over her already hard nipple until it was beaded in his hand and she gasped into his mouth.
Byron ripped his face from hers and dropped his head. He tasted the pert little bud, so sweet, like a burst of vanilla over his tongue that he groaned right along with her. He nipped her lightly, scraping his teeth as he circled her with his tongue and her body, ever responsive jerked so hard that her pelvis slammed into his.
“Yes, sweetheart, that’s right. The next time you hear the word please, it’s going to be you mewling it into my ear, begging me to let you come.”
“That’s- over- overconfident,” she panted.
He grinned against her nipple. “Are you sure about that?” He moved his mouth over, claiming her other nipple, licking and biting and blowing at it until she was writhing and panting above him. He finally raised his head and looked into her face. Her pupils were already blown. “No. No, you’re not sure about that at all.”
She arched her back and that was all it took to snap what little control he had left. He had her by the hips, lifted against his waist, her lithe, long legs tucked around his hard muscle, in a second. Two more seconds and he had her out of the bathroom and pressed against the bedroom wall. The light from the hall spilled in, piercing the darkness, giving Noemi’s darker skin a beautiful golden hue.
She threw her arms around his neck and dug her fingers into his shoulder muscles. It wasn’t hot in the room. That furnace wasn’t on, but he felt like it was sweltering. Like he was melting from the inside out. It was the thought of being inside of her. Fuck, he had to be inside her. Bare. He’d feel every single inch of her close around him.
He’d be lucky if he could hold out and give her seven orgasms. He’d be lucky if he got to one. His cock kicked in agreement against her stomach and she threw her head back against the wall so hard that it actually made a thud. At the same time, she ground her hips into him, telling him silently to hurry that shit up. ASAP.
He was never one to be overly disagreeable, so he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted. He palmed his cock and fit it to her entrance. He paused there, though it nearly actually killed him, just for dramatic effect. He wasn’t sure, but the shuddering and writhing Noemi did against him, combined with her little howls of excitement might actually have counted as O one. Good. Only six more to go.