“You see, I didn’t think me making a show out of defending you was important as long as I did it.”
“I’m sorry, but why didn’t you tell me that last night?” I felt horrible for the way I’d treated him and kicked the stupid pillow I’d put between us off the bed.
His shoulder lifted beside me and he shook his head. “I had other things on my mind and you were angry.”
I cuddled close. “I’m sorry I doubted you. I have all these feelings and it’s a tad overwhelming, especially with all the drama in the house. I’m not used to people lashing out at me.”
“It doesn’t happen every day to me, either.” He let out a half-hearted chuckle and turned to hold me, his arm resting on my hip.
I leaned forward and kissed him, and he laid me back against my pillow to angle over me. His knee parted my legs as he moved closer, spreading me wider as he stretched over the top of me.
His mouth worked me and our tongues mingled as fire blossomed in my core with a craving that had me rolling my hips against his erection. I wanted him inside me, to feel his length buried deep, stretching me with a delicious pleasure that I’d longed for since my first time with him.
He kissed down my neck and tugged at the hem of my camisole. “I want to see you,” he whispered. He pulled the fabric up over my breasts and slipped it over my head, capturing my nipple gently with his teeth and tongue.
He worked against it, sending a pinch of pleasure through my core where it wept for his attention. As if hearing my request, he rose up and pushed his hips forward, pressing his length against me. He was still in his shorts, but not for long.
I trailed my fingers down his back and slipped my thumbs into his waistband, tugging downward. Once his ass was exposed, he rose up to take over and shrugged out of them, tossing them to the floor. Standing on his knee, he gripped his length, giving it a nice long stroke. I bit my bottom lip, remembering the taste, and he smiled and shook his head.
As he tugged down my panties, his eyes burned with desire. “I want to taste you first.” He winked and lowered himself between my legs, his mouth wasting no time finding my tender bud.
His fingers pressed against me, parting my folds. Two of them slipped deep inside of me and stroked my need, his fingers slick with arousal. He worked me, curling them upward which ripped a moan from my throat. He growled against me in response and parted me with his tongue, darting it in and out of me.
He’d awakened urges and needs in me that I never expected until he’d fed them the first time. I’d craved his touch since, and no amount of cuddling or kissing could replace the feel of him with me. I needed more, and my greed fed my urge to take it. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders to urge him upward.
The moment his mouth left me, I regretted it, my sex left wanting as pulsing waves of need ached.
He crawled up to my breasts and cupped them as the head of his cock teased against my mound. Then he kissed my rosy nipple as his hand attended its twin. I bucked my hips against his shaft and stroked it up and down as he ground against me. He rose up, the playful smile on his face making it clear how much he enjoyed the tease.
I flashed him a sly smile and sat up, gripping his arms for support. With my hand to his chest, I pushed him back. He eyed me up and down as he eased against the pillows.
As he watched, I straddled his hips, sandwiching his cock between my folds. I leaned over and kissed each contour of his abs, trailing my way up to his mouth and kissed him deeply. As I worked my way down toward his ear, he murmured my name and then pushed his hips up against me.
I rose up and smiled, proud of the reaction. His eyes smoldered, melting me. “You have me, so what are you going to do with me?” His hands closed around my hips as I ground against him.
I sucked my bottom lip sensually before lowering myself toward his proud cock. I took him into my mouth and went deep immediately, with no attention to his head. His breath hitched as he bucked forward, and I gripped his sac with my palm to hold him where I wanted him. The other hand rested against his hip. My lips tightened on his base, and I pulled hard against the length, stopping once I reached his rim. I gave special attention to it then nuzzled and nursed him as I cupped his sac, kneading it gently.
I worked him that way while he caressed my hair, and minutes later, he nudged me up. One second my mouth was on him and the next, he’d lifted me up so I straddled him, my knees digging into the mattress as I sat up. He leaned over and reached into his nightstand, looking for protection for us. I waited patiently, though I wanted to grumble my need.
He gripped my hips as I lowered myself, inching slowly downward, onto his thick erection. He let me take my time; his lips parted as he hissed in a breath as I reached the base, his entire length fully inside me. I rode him gently, allowing myself time to stretch around him. It was easier than the last time, but the sensation was still almost too much. The pleasure rocked through me, and I felt my release roll over me in delicious waves of ecstasy.
He bounced me, rocking me through it. Before I could catch my breath, he gripped my waist, keeping himself sheathed, and then flipped me over onto my back at the edge of the bed. He stood and my hips tilted to accommodate as he rocked inside of me. As I locked my legs around his hips, he thrusted in and out, fucking me so deep, so good.
His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time and the expression made me wonder where his mind was. Was it like mine, thinking of what could be if we stayed together? Or was he simply riding out the motions to get the release he desired?
He bucked and ground against me, his hand flattened against my tummy as his thumb worked my clit. I felt my relea
se teetering on the edge as he beckoned it and once it hit, another moan slipped from my lips, this time so loud it echoed throughout the room. A satisfactory smile spread his lips as he laughed, and he hitched my legs up over his shoulder and pounded me harder.
I didn’t want this to ever end. I knew I could stay on my back with him inside me for the rest of my life and never want for anything else. I pulled his arms, urging him to my mouth. I needed to kiss him. I needed more than his cock: I needed his heart.
I contemplated telling him, as if it were the perfect time with him buried deep inside of me, pumping and retreating. But before I could, he finally captured my mouth and lifted me up.
I gripped around his neck as he held me, his hands against my bottom working me against him. I needed traction, my legs fighting to stay up and around him. Suddenly, my back found the bed, and he ground himself down against my hips.
“Luna.” My name was but a breath on his lips as he found his release, and I felt the tingle inside as his cock jerked and twitched. I stifled his moan, kissing him hard and deep.
I wanted my name forever on his lips.