The mark on my neck throbbed, angry that we were taking this slower than I wanted. I wanted his hands on all the places he was hesitant to touch. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted more of him.
He was taking his time, remembering every dip and curve of my body with his fingers. I pressed my lips more firmly against his and grabbed his shoulders, pulling my body practically on top of him, hoping that he would see how much I wanted this.
I groaned as his finger trailed up my arm, across the top curve of my breast, down the valley between both, and then down to my stomach again. He was making a game of it, teasing me, and he could tell how flustered I was getting.
His breath was short, laughing silently at my frustrated groan. I was growing tired of this, desiring more than he was giving me. My hand trailed down his shoulder, over the muscles rippling under his stomach, and touched him where I knew he couldn’t ignore me any longer.
His breath hitched, and he paused his movements. I held him tighter in my hand and stroked him. He groaned and shoved me back on the bed, roughly grabbing my waist. I continued to stroke and play, loving the feeling of his defenses weakening.
I crawled down and took him into my mouth, tasting, teasing. He groaned loudly, and I wanted to reach up and cover his mouth so no one could hear him. His hand gripped my hair, and I knew he was trying to control himself. He wanted to dominate my actions. My tongue swirled around inside my mouth, and he jerked. I whined as he pulled too harshly on my hair, and he immediately let go, grabbing the covers instead.
I felt him swell in my hand, and he quickly pulled me away, taking my face in both his hands.
“You little devil,” he murmured, as his head dipped and his lips sucked my nipple into his mouth. He suckled on it, and I arched my back, loving the feeling. He did the same to the other one, his hand pulling my leg around his waist again.
I loved the feeling of his lips and tongue and hands on my body like they belonged attached to me. His lips left my breast and kissing their way down my stomach. He stopped above my core, closing his eyes and breathing in my scent deeply, before moaning.
I grunted, a strange sound from my lips as he kissed the small strip of hair that existed like a roadmap to my most intimate areas. His tongue snuck out and touched the small bud, and my thighs clenched around his head. He nursed the area, sucking every bit he could into his greedy mouth.
I was bucking my hips as his finger traced my entrance, pushing in slightly. I barely felt the ache, utterly enamored with whatever Rush was doing with his tongue. My arms lifted to my hair, pulling it off my shoulders, pulling on it to give me some sort of relief.
As Rush’s second fingered entered me, I grabbed onto his hair instead, yanking roughly on it, earning a glare. He sucked harder, and I let his hair go, nearly forgetting who he was to me, almost forgetting how to speak.
His eyes remained on mine as my body began quivering, close to the release that I earnestly longed for. I pressed myself harder onto Rush’s face, wriggling under his assault. Finally, his fingers curled inside me, and I shattered on him.
He stroked my hip as my back settled against the bed again. I gripped the hand on my right, clutching onto him. He climbed up and kissed my lips, our bond throbbing painfully against my neck, I knew he could feel it. We continued to kiss, neither of us instigating our final act, neither of us wanting that to be our last step.
He smiled against my mouth, nipping my top lip, pulling apart. “Are you sure about this?”
“Are you?” I hated how insecure I sounded, and I hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, but Rush’s boyish smile stopped me.
“I love you.” He shook his head slightly, disbelieving. “I love you so much, you’re so perfect. I’m sure about this.”
“Me too,” I agreed weakly, my heart swelling at his sweet words.
He stroked the side of my face; his other hand caressed my breast. His hot breath on my neck warmed me, and I opened my legs on instinct.
He positioned himself above me, and in one smooth motion, he connected the two of us as one. He grunted, groaned above me, and held still, allowing me time to adjust. I moaned at the feeling, our bond sending pleasurable sparks down my body.
He continued the motion, and I lifted my hips to meet his movements. Hands gripped my waist, my back, my breasts, my hair, any part of me he could touch. He crawled behind me, and I lifted my leg, fingers shaking in absence.
He filled me again, and I called his name wantonly. He moaned into the back of my neck, placing a kiss there, and grabbing my hip for control. My leg quaked, and he leaned forward, kissing it as he chuckled at the effect he had on me. I bit his thumb gently as it stroked my cheek.
I began panting his name, needing him to give me the release that he had built up. I didn’t know how long I begged him for it, it seemed like seconds and hours all at once. His thumb grazed down and found the small bud again, and on his next thrust, I was falling; out of bed, off this planet, I didn’t know where I was, I just kept saying
