When his finger finally dips beneath my shorts, I take the opportunity to drape my leg over his thigh, opening myself up for him. Merric’s breath grows heavy against my neck. Each exhale warms my skin further.
Every pass his hand makes causes my breath to lock up tight in my throat. My body is practically waiting on pins and needles for his fingers to move agonizingly slow until they finally brush over my clit. Once they do, the slight touch sends all the oxygen confined in my lungs out with a heavy puff of air, causing Merric to moan quietly in my ear.
“God, I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”
His finger traces along the edge of my underwear before palming my heat, teasing me.
“Please,” I urge, grinding against him. “Touch me, Merric. I need you… I need you to touch me.”
“Fuuuuck!” he groans.
The word sounds like it's being ripped from his chest as he quickly pushes his hand beneath my lace panties. His finger dips into my wet pussy, slowly, before dragging it out, first the tip but giving more with each thrust. His thumb works my clit, each move executed with precision.
Guys my age can’t finger their way out of a wet paper bag. Merric, on the other hand, knows what he’s doing. I hate the thought of all the practice he’s had over the years.
He pulls his hand out from under my pillow, moving to position himself over me. He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him as he kisses me. My mouth opens to him, my tongue searching for his as he licks across my lower lip, biting it enough to leave a sting.
He pushes me onto my back, trailing kisses down my neck and over my chest. His hand finds my breast, brushing his thumb over my nipple, moaning as he does.
“It’s a good thing your mom’s room is on the other side of this house. I can’t get enough of the sounds you make when I touch you.”
My chest heaves. I lift my pelvis up toward him, wanting more of his hands on me.
“I promise I’ll get there. Patience, baby. I’m not rushing this.”
My body practically melts at the sound of his voice calling me baby.
“Take your hair down,” he orders.
I reach my hand up, untwisting the hair tie holding my hair up, watching as he crawls down my body. I sit up, shaking out my long, blonde hair, and pull my shirt over my head. I stare intently as he presses a soft kiss against my stomach before collapsing onto the bed.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, peering up at me.
He leans back on his haunches, sliding my shorts over my hips, leaving me lying before him with nothing on. Even from where he’s sitting, I’m able to make out the outline of his dick through his pants.
My fingers grip the sheets, anxious to touch him. He bends down, trailing a kiss from my stomach, over my hip toward the apex of my thigh. My back arches off the bed, desperately seeking more of him when he licks a path over to my center. His hand reaches up, spanning across my stomach to hold me down.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I don’t even recognize the sounds coming from me.
His fingers move to spread my pussy lips open, blowing out a warm breath over my wet heat. The move sends my nerves into a frenzy just before his tongue flicks over my clit.
He lets out a deep growl, muttering to himself about how good I taste. I slide my fingers through his hair. He turns ravenous, licking and sucking, driving me crazy with need.
“Merric,” I whimper.
“I know, baby.”
He pushes himself up, quickly jumping off the bed, shedding his pants. The move happens so quickly, it causes his dick to spring to attention. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of him.
“If you keep that shit up, I’m going to forget all about wanting to fuck you. You have no idea how bad I want to feel your lips around me.”
“I want that, too.”
“Oaklyn,” he commands as I turn, crawling toward him. I trail my tongue over my lips, eager to taste him again. He seems to hesitate for a moment, his hand reaching down to fist his dick.
He stares at my lips before he takes a step toward me. “Open your greedy little mouth.”
Oh, God. Those words will be burned into my memory.
I do as he says, watching as he grips the base of his dick in his hand. I lick the head, swirling it around while he smacks his hard cock against my cheek before letting me taste him again.
This time, he doesn’t hold back, reaching his hand around to tangle his fingers into my hair. He holds my head while he thrusts into my mouth. He doesn’t push too much, testing me, but when he thrusts back in, he moans at the sound of me gagging.
“Fuck, Oaklyn. I can’t…” He trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
“I need to feel your tight heat around me. Right. Now.”
He pulls out, and I giggle as he pushes me back on the bed. He crawls toward me like an animal ready to pounce on its prey.
I want to beg him to slow down, to let me enjoy every inch of his body, but I love turning over the control to him as he takes what he wants. I’m scared if I say anything, it will pull us out of the moment, and I don’t want to lose this with him.
Not again.
He crawls up the bed. This time, he doesn’t stop until he’s above me. The muscles in his arms tense, and his abs clench. I rake my fingers over the ridges of his chest, loving how his body shudders beneath my touch.
I stare down between us, watching as he grinds against me. I wrap my hand around him, pumping him once, twice, before guiding him toward my entrance.
He seems to pause for a moment, staring up at me.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “I’m on the pill. You have nothing to worry about.”
He tilts his head closer to me, kissing my lips as he slowly enters me. It’s like all the oxygen is stolen from our lungs before he thrusts hard the rest of the way.
Merric collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him against me. He rears his hips back before slamming into me once more.
“My God,” he moans. “You’re so damn tight. I don’t think…”
The words get lodged in his throat. He tilts his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. He brushes the hair away from my face, kissing me slowly this time. My hands grip his back, memorizing the taste of his lips and the feel of his skin against mine.
When Merric changes his position, I slip my hand down between us, rubbing my fingers over my clit, brushing his cock with each thrust. He adjusts his position, draping my leg over his shoulder, hitting right where I want him.
I feel the subtle tingling of my release creeping in, as Merric cries my name.
“Yesss.” I suck in a breath, my body trembling with need.
“Your pussy,” Merric grunts. “Fuck, you’re close. You’re tighter. Baby, I need you to come with me. I want to feel you come around me.”
I’m already close to falling over the edge, but hearing Merric begging me to come with him, I can’t even try to hold back anymore. My body trembles, my release racing through me, as Merric’s hips piston out of rhythm, finding his own.
It was different with Merric than anyone I had ever been with. Now I just hope I can find a way to accept this is all I can ever have with him.
I don’t want this night with him to end.
Chapter Seven