Anders grunts, brings his large, hot, calloused hands down to my hips, holding me in place as he keeps fucking me like a desperate man, like he’ll die if doesn’t, like an animal on the loose. It’s not long before his back is arching, his head thrown back, and he’s coming with a long and helpless groan aimed at the sky.
I’m still coming, still riding it out, but I’m not missing this show. I watch him come, watch him fall apart, piece by piece, loving how it looks on him.
“Jesus,” he groans, gasping. “Fucking hell.”
I grin, sated, lazy, watching as the orgasm continues to roll through his body, just as it rolled through mine. Anders is completely undone, his taut torso slick with sweat from his own exertion, his hair messed up, beard wet from our messy kisses, his chest heaving as he breathes.
Then, the world seems to come back into focus for the both of us.
With a long, slow shuddering breath, he looks down at me, and in his eyes I see peace. I see relief. I see both the past and the present and just a hint of a future.
I know he sees the same in mine.
15
Anders
For the first time in a long time, when I wake up before dawn breaks, I’m not alone in my bed. I feel Shay beside me, the soft skin of her hip against me, the easy sound of her breath. Outside the light from the east is glowing, but the light inside my soul is already bright.
She’s here.
In my bed.
Naked and asleep and so god damn beautiful it makes me ache all over.
I watch her for a moment, watch as her features become sharper in the room, the look of peace and innocence on her face, even though I know she’s anything but innocent. Especially after last night.
My thoughts rewind back.
To her on her back, the evening glow on her face.
The look as she came.
The feel of her around my dick, soft and tight and slick, holding me as if we were magnets finally coming together after being restrained for so long.
Fuck, I’m hard again.
And I know I don’t have a lot of time before I have to get up and start chores for the day. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around my cock, squeezing tight until I’m breathless. I slowly slide my fist up and down the hard length, feeling like I shouldn’t be doing this next to her, but doing it anyway.
Then she stirs, adjusts herself on the pillow, and her eyes delicately flutter open. So big and brown and warm as she takes me in.
She’s fucking magic.
She’s all the poetry in the world.
I still, giving her a lazy grin. “Good morning.”
A smile spreads across her face. It’s like watching the sun come up. “Good morning,” she says in this husky, half-asleep voice that makes me inexplicably harder. Then her smile turns sly and it’s like I might explode.
I lean over and kiss her, lips so soft I feel like I might sink into her forever. She responds with warmth, wrapping her arms around me, hands in my hair, fingers sliding over my scalp.
A groan escapes my lips and I move over her, wanting more.
But while it would be so easy to just slip my dick between her legs, I want something she never gave me before. When we were together before, she never let me go down on her. The most I could do was fuck her with my fingers, and while she always enjoyed that, I wanted to taste her, feel her come on my lips.
I give her a wicked grin and start moving down over her body, my rough palms gliding over the smoothness of her honeyed skin.
Her brows raise. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I ask her, my voice dropping as I grab her thighs, spreading them. “Better yet, what does it feel like?”
Before she can answer me, I dip my head between her legs, pausing for a moment before I devour her.
She lets out a loud, breathless gasp as I run my tongue along her and up to her clit, swirling around until she’s pressing her thighs against my head. I smile against her, luxuriating in every sensation, from her salty-sweet taste, to her eager groans, to the way her body starts to move beneath me, so warm, so willing.
She tastes like she’s surrendering, letting go.
Letting me in, in a way she never did before.
I won’t take this for granted.
I’m spurred on, my mouth faster now, my tongue plunging deep inside her until she’s squeezing me, gripping the sheets, her back arching, perfect tits pointed at the ceiling.
I could eat her all fucking day.
But it doesn’t take long before her breaths gets shorter, until her hands find my hair and make a fist, pulling just right. She comes into my mouth, her body jerking off the bed, her cries filling the air before she has the mind to stuff the pillow over her face, muffling herself in case Per hears.