“Need something, sweetness?” he asks.
“I need you.” He rewards me with a finger, and slides it deep inside me. He fucks me with it, and it’s insane how close I already am. He fills me with a second finger, and rubs the heel of his hand against my clit. My breathing changes, becomes labored, and under the covers, it’s hard to get air, but air is overrated anyway. Pleasure grips every nerve in my body and I put my hand over my mouth and bite down to stop from crying out. My body clenches, and my sex squeezes his probing fingers as my climax peaks. A keening sound rises in my throat as I ride out each powerful wave. My God, sex with Christian is amazing. I’m pretty certain by this point he’s ruined me for any other man.
He keeps his fingers inside me until I stop spasming, and then he takes my hand away from my mouth. Warm lips press against mine.
“You missed me, huh?” he teases.
“Apparently.”
He chuckles, and I give him a hard shove. He lets out a little oomph when I put my hand on his chest and pin him to my bed. I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he’s wondering what I’m up to. Grabbing the blankets, I pull them up until we’re both underneath and I kiss his bare chest. His moan curls around me and I go lower, until I reach his jeans. I pop the button, unzip them and tug them down to free his cock.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans as I take his hardness into my mouth, wanting to devour every inch, even though he’s too big for that. My lips stretch around his cock and I cup his balls for a soft massage and his hips lift, driving his cock a little deeper into my throat. I love how aroused he is, that it’s my bed he’s in—that it’s me he wants to be with.
Pre-cum drips from his crown, and I taste it with my tongue, savor his tangy flavor. His hands fist my hair and he tugs, but I’m not quite done with him yet. Yes, this is risky, and inappropriate with my mother in the other room, but it’s also kind of fun and exciting. I was never a teenager who snuck boys into her room, and I have to say, it’s something everyone should experience, sooner or later.
He swells even more in my mouth, and tugs on my hair, and while I’d like for him to come in my throat, I desperately need him inside me. I lift my head and in one quick movement, he has me on my back, pinned beneath him, my shorts at my ankles. He tosses them away and growls at me. God, I love when he does that.
“My cock, in you, now.”
The wild urgency in his voice sends heat charging through me. “Yes.” I open my legs, and he centers his cock and powers into me, going so deep it sends my head spinning and tilts my world on its axis.
“Christian,” I murmur, and bite his shoulder as he fills me, physically and emotionally. With my heart full, bursting with all the things I feel for this man, I rake my nails over his muscular back and move with him, meeting each blunt stroke, as he pounds into me. I’m not even sure I’ve ever seen this kind of intensity in him, this kind of hunger in his body.
“Maize, you feel so good,” he says, his voice a low soft whisper as he puts his lips to the hollow in my throat and presses soft kisses, a contrast to the fierce way he’s pounding into my body.
“You do too.” I close my eyes, lose myself in the sensation, while I concentrate on the pleasure building between my legs. I struggle to breathe as I roll my head from side to side, and when he grinds against my clit, another wave builds inside me. “God,” I whisper.
“Come all over my cock, babe,” he whispers, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, they taunt my sex, and I let go. I bite down to suppress a cry as I clench around him. He groans in my ear, a tortured sound as he holds on.
“Let me feel you,” I whisper. “Fill me, Christian.” Under the covers, we can barely see each other, but I know he’s staring, just like I’m staring at him, taking in his silhouette as he pushes deep and lets go. A quiver goes through my body as he spurts into me and I squeeze his cock, wanting every last drop. “So good.”
He nods, and his lips find mine for a deep, sensual kiss. Our tongues tangle, taste, leisurely explore, neither of us in a hurry to break the connection.
“I’m so glad you came,” I say, pushing the blankets off us so I can see him, and the corners of his mouth turn up.
“Was I taking too long or something?”
I laugh and whack him. “I’m glad you came by tonight, and I’m glad you came too.” A giggle catches in my throat.
He slowly pulls out of me. “Do you have tissue?”
“Yeah.” With my body and limbs so lethargic, I slowly reach over and grab the box. He pulls out a few tissues and wipes us both up and drops them into my trashcan.
I hear a creak in the hall and put my finger to my lips. We wait, and when the sound passes by my door, I exhale the breath I was holding.
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