“I’m not leaving you.” My words have a double meaning. I don’t think I could ever walk away from this man.
Never.
Taking a deep breath, I move down the bed until my face is eye level with his length. Tentatively, I reach out and grip him, stroking slowly from root to tip. My mouth waters and I know what I want to do. I move to settle between his thighs and place him in my mouth. My tongue swirls the head of his cock, and he moans. The sound gives me the strength to keep going, so that’s exactly what I do. I take him deeper each time, my tongue caressing him, and I know from the ache between my thighs and the moans coming from deep within his throat that I’m torturing both of us. It’s time to move on, to conquer this void that only Grant can fill.
Climbing to my knees, I reach for the condom, and with shaking hands, I tear open the package and slide it over his length. “Did I do it right?” I ask, looking up at him.
His eyes are hooded, and his breathing is labored. “Y-Yeah, baby. You did good.”
“You okay?”
“No. Not even a little bit. My sexy as fuck girlfriend just put on a show, and it’s killing me that I can’t touch you, but we both need this. I need you to know that you have the control here, and it’s good for me to have to wait. Helps me work on my control.”
“Your control?”
“Yeah, trying not to come with my cock in your mouth, that sexy ass of yours in the air, and your fucking gorgeous tits brushing against my thighs. So, yeah, I’m working on my control too.”
“I’m sorry?” I pose it as a question.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I enjoyed every hot fucking second of it.” He smiles, and those butterflies in my chest flutter their beat.
With cautious movements, I move to straddle him, gripping his cock and aligning him with my entrance. I fight the urge to close my eyes and hide from the intimacy of the moment. I stay strong, keeping my eyes locked on his. Instead of hiding, I’m memorizing this moment. I know it’s one I’ll never forget as long as I live. No matter where our future takes us, this will be a night I will forever remember.
“Oh,” I say as I start to lower myself onto him.
“Almost there, beautiful,” he says huskily.
I nod and settle fully onto him. “Wow,” I breathe.
“Babe, that’s damn good for my ego,” he says through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good. Hot. Wet. Tight.” He lifts his hips just a little, and he slides even deeper.
My breath stutters in my chest. “I need you to touch me now. I need your hands on my skin. I need you in this moment with me.”
“I’m right here, Rory. I’ve been here the entire time, cataloging every detail, committing it to my memory.”
“Touch me. Please, Grant.” I watch closely as he removes his hands from behind his head and places them on my thighs.
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Take what you need,” I say, tossing his earlier words of encouragement back at him.
He sits up and wraps his arms around me. “I need your smiles,” he says, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “And these lips, I need them too,” he says, leaning in and kissing me softly. “I need the feel of your naked body pressed against mine.” He kisses me again. “I need your pussy milking my cock.” Another tender kiss. “I need your heart, Rory.”
“You have all of me.”
“I love you,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. His hands roam over my body until they land on my ass cheeks, and he begins to guide me to move back and forth, creating a delicious friction between our bodies. It’s a euphoric feeling I’ve never in my life experienced.
“Nothing has ever felt like this,” I say, breaking our kiss and tilting my head back, enjoying the feel of the fire coursing through my veins. “I’m close.”
“Thank fuck. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.” With that, he slides his hand between our bodies and uses his thumb to massage my clit. With the rhythm of our bodies, it takes seconds for the fire to turn to pure ecstasy as I explode around him, screaming out his name. He grunts his approval and yells out for me as he spills over inside me.
I bury my face in his neck as we both hold onto each other with an iron grip. I feel the first tear slide across my cheek, followed by another and another. I don’t stop them from coating my cheeks, instead letting them fall unchecked.
“Hey,” he says when he feels my tears. He pulls back enough to cradle my face in the palm of his hands. “Talk to me.”