He smiles at me. “You will be well fed, put it that way.” I frown and smile, how are we not fighting? Just when I think I can read how a situation is going to go, it goes the other way. My hands run over his strong large shoulders.
“What are you going to feed me?” I run my fingers roughly through his hair, desire starting to take me over as my legs fall wider open.
He rolls me onto my back and bites my neck. “Cock,” he whispers. Mmm, I get a rush of moisture to my core. “Tongue,” he kisses me slowly, his tongue demanding arousal, and again my blood heats. “Fingers and toes,” he smiles again into my neck.
“Toes,” I giggle. He nods as he starts to slowly unbutton my top as his mouth follows his hands. First one nipple in his mouth and then the other. He grabs my other breast roughly in his hand and pulls my top open to his searing gaze.
“I can’t get enough of your body.” He cracks his neck. From the lounge room his phone beeps a text. “Fuck off,” he whispers into my stomach at his phone. I smile up at the ceiling like an idiot and then it beeps again. He growls and keeps sucking on my breast, his hand sliding down my pyjama bottoms. “These are going in the fucking bin,” he smiles.
“Ok. I will buy a onesie.”
He lifts his head to look at me and frowns. “I forbid it,” he snaps and I giggle. His phone beeps again. “Just fuck off,” he whispers at his phone again into my stomach.
“Baby, go and switch it off. It’s annoying me,” I whisper as I raise my hips to meet his hip roll, my eyes half closed with desire. He gets up and switches the side lamp on and I wince under the light. “Why are you turning that on?”
“Because I want to watch you come,” he kisses me again chastely and saunters naked out of the room to get his phone. I lie on my back with my shirt open, smiling at the ceiling. I’m aching for him. I need to orgasm like… now, hurry the hell up. I’ve been aroused since Saturday when he was texting dirty to me. What’s he doing? I can hear him on the phone and I sit up to listen.
“I don’t care… No, I just talked to her about that. Just tell Mother I am with Natasha and I won’t be home any time soon.” He goes silent as he listens. “I don’t give a flying fuck. She can like it or lump it. Cam, I mean it,” he listens again. “No, of course not.” Shit, he told his mother that he was with me. I jump out of bed and start to shake my hands, a bad habit when I’m stressed. “I have just spoken to Tash and we are going to try and make a go of it.” I jump up and down excitedly like a little kid, holy shit is this really happening? “Tell her what you want. I don’t care, see you tomorrow.”
He hangs up and I dive back into bed so I can pretend I didn’t hear the conversation he has just had. My heart rate is thumping in my chest as excitement pulses through me. He is so getting laid tonight. My arousal just hit an all–time high. I lie on my back with my legs bent at my knees and the blankets pooled around my waist trying to calm my breathing and wipe the stupid smile off my face. He slowly walks into the bedroom and stands at the end of the bed, unashamedly naked. His dominant stance doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s taking no prisoners tonight and a rush of cream once again rushes to my core as I anticipate the pleasure he is about to bestow on me. With hooded eyes he takes his long length in his hand and gently starts to stroke himself while watching me, his jaw slackening with the contact. I sit up and watch as my legs involuntarily fall open onto the bed. He is just so fucking hot. He puts one of his feet up onto the bed and continues to stroke himself heavily as my arousal starts to pump in my ears.
“Here’s the thing, precious,” he huskily whispers. “I don’t want to have I–missed–you sex tonight.”
I frown. “You don’t,” I whisper, puzzled.
“No,” he shakes his head as the strokes get stronger and the muscles in his shoulder flex at the contact. I would pay good money to watch him pull himself to orgasm. This is off–the – charts arousing.
“I don’t want to have make–up sex tonight.” I swallow as my eyes flick to the visual in the mirror behind him to see this Adonis from the rear angle. His whole back is flexing as he jerks his hand with such velocity. My mouth goes dry.
“I don’t want I–love–you sex tonight.”
I frown and bite my lip. “I might, how does that go?” I whisper. He smiles as he continues the hard punishing strokes and I start to worry I am going to miss out on that beautiful cock.
“You’ve already had it,” he smirks.
Huh, which one? Damn. I missed it. “What do you want, baby?” I sit up onto my knees and pull him forward so I can lick off the pre–ejaculate that is oozing down his thick heavy length. He cups the back of my head gently. I take him into my mouth—he tastes good. He hisses and gently cups my cheek in his hand as he takes my top off and gently cups my breast. He strokes in and out of my mouth a few times. He pulls my hair back to pull himself out of my mouth. It releases with a pop, my suction is so deep. I look back up at him.
“What do you want, baby? Your wish is my command.” He smiles a slow sexy smile at me.
“I want to fuck.” His mouth drops open as he gently strokes the back of my head. “I want to fuck you until you’re raw.” I swallow, shit that sounds painful. A frisson of fear runs over me followed closely by a rush of cream. Why do I respond to fear like that?
“Please me. Let me have my way with you.” Huh, hasn’t he been doing that for three weeks? What in the hell is he talking about?
“Oh ok,” I nod nervously. My body wouldn’t let me get out of this bed even if I tried—my ovaries are screaming at me at a deafening pitch.
“Pants off,” and in one fell swoop I am naked. “On your knees,” he snaps.
“What… What do you mean?” Shit does he want anal sex? He’s too big; he will rip me in half. I hesitate and he must be able to sense my fear.
“I won’t hurt you, precious girl, trust me.” He puts his hand gently on my lower back and I give him a shaky nod. “I mean on your knees in the middle of the bed and resting down on your elbows.” I move into position and he walks around behind me, still stroking himself. I can see him through my legs. “Legs wider apart.” His voice is husky with arousal. I wiggle my knees further apart. I am leaning on my elbows and knees naked. My legs are spread as wide as they go and he is behind me. He hisses again, ticks his jaw and cracks his neck as he continues to stroke himself while looking at my open weeping flesh.
“You’re fucking perfect, do you know that?” I smile as I bite my lip. Thanks to a bit of bleach and wax I think to myself. He bends and I am expecting his tongue on my sex, what I am not expecting is his tongue on my rear entrance. Oh fuck.
“Josh,” I tense and try to pull away.
“Don’t move,” he snaps as he grabs my hips. He licks me again gently and all of the blood drains from my head. Dear god, I put my head into my pillow, he can’t do that to me. It’s not…right. He slowly runs his fingertips through my swollen dripping lips as he continues his oral assault on my back rosette. He slides one finger into my sex and slowly makes time with his tongue, fucking me slowly with his finger. He adds another finger, twisting his hand as he enters and my knees start to buckle.
“Josh I can’t…I can’t do…I can’t hold my weight.”