Sneaking in closer, I get in and close the door as quietly as I can. Then I make my way to the other side of the bed. He sleeps in the middle of the bed, taking up so much space but I can’t help but smile.
As softly as I can, I lift the covers and slip in. I’m so attuned to every slight sound that I know the exact moment the soft breathing comes to a sudden halt.
Hmmm, I guess he can sense someone’s in bed with him. Good.
I slid in closer until I mold my front to his sculpted and defined back. Jesus, when did Knox fill up like this? And when did he start sleeping in the nude and why am I pleased by that?
A hot thrill rushes through me as I slip in closer, excitement thrumming in my veins with each beat. Knox A surge of electricity races through me as I lift my left leg, wrapping it over his thigh, bringing my slick, wet cleft closer to his tight ass.
Fuck, just some slight friction and I’m feeling it.
“Make love to me,” I whisper in Knox’s ear. “I’m ready now.”
I feel him grow tense, his large body frozen in place. I guess he’s awake now. I’m so nervous that I just keep talking, hoping that I’m not coming across as a crazy, horny freshman who’s forcing her boyfriend to fuck her.
“I know...” I trail off, getting choked up. “I know I haven’t been myself lately and I know I’m not like other girls but I’m ready now.”
There’s no denying how fucked up and numb I’ve been since my parents died and he knows it, but for some reason, I was hesitant on taking the next step with Knox.
“You waited for me,” I whisper in his ear. “You allowed me the time and space I needed and so now, I want you to know that I’m ready. I’m more than ready. I want you to take me.”
For a moment, there’s a poignant silence but I’m pretty sure he can hear the thundering of my heart as it hammers away against his back, but I don’t move away.
I start growing nervous but before that shit can mess with my mind, I put a stop to it by throwing caution--and frankly, my freaking common sense--out the damn window!
Slowly, like the bold and beautiful girls I read about in my steamy smut books, I start trailing my fingers over his bicep, loving the way the muscle twitches at my touch. God, this kind of reaction from Knox has never happened before, but it gives me a heady rush of power that as the seconds go, I grow bolder.
“I want you to show me,” I whisper, unable to recognize my own voice. “Show me how to please you.”
I hear a low groan, then he moves but not in the way I was expecting.
Instead of turning around fully, I feel his rough fingers start to trail from my thigh to my hip in a slow sensual way, awakening indescribable heat within me.
I feel the warmth of his body, and I arch against him, wanting to be closer but the truth is, my own body is running hotter than it’s ever been, with most of the heat flooding south.
Oh God.
“I might be new at this and not know what I’m doing but I promise, I’ll do my best…”
He silences me by bringing me closer to him until I press my sleek cleft closer to his tight ass. Slowly, silently, but his direction clear, he cups the back of my knee and bring my thing over his hip, opening me up even further.
“Oh God,” I gasp at the sudden friction this position is bringing. Knox still doesn’t say a word, but he reaches around to my ass, pulling me close, then he starts moving.
It’s as if my body is not my own as I slowly start grinding over the hard senew of muscle there, moved by nothing but pure instinct. I feel the moment his body temperature starts to rise, matching the heat in my veins and the sleekness between my legs, but I feel like something is building within me.
I start panting, my breath short burst. My heart is beating wildly, my hips gyrating and churning faster at his direction. I have no idea what’s about to happen… until I hear him say, “Come.”
It happens like a fucking firework’s display show.
One moment the buildup is too much and then all at once, I’m arching my back against his, my nails sinking into his bicep as a long, drawn out gasp escapes my lips.
“What…” I stutter, feeling the sheen of sweat on my skin. I just came by grinding my wet cleft on his ass! What the hell?
But before I can even catch my breath, he turns around in the bed, facing me now, but I can’t see his face, but it doesn’t matter.
First, I feel strong, hard hands slide up my body, his callused fingertips grazing and scratching my skin. Whoa, I know Knox’s hands are calloused from all the years he played football in high school, but somehow, his touch feels different tonight. A good different. So, so good.
He squeezes my breasts over my new bra, his touch doing something I don’t understand to me. His thumbs slowly start rubbing against my peaked, sensitive nipples, making me gasp, then he rips apart my bra.
“Oh God.”
The next thing I know, his mouth covers one nipple while he twists the other. The sudden bite of pain and pleasure is enough to make me arch off the bed, but I’m not ready for the way his other hand is right there… between my legs.
At the first flick of my clit, I jump and then the second one, I moan.
“Oh God.”
He’s relentless, as if he’s been waiting for this night and I… I can’t speak. All I can do is hold on as he sucks, twist, and flicks all at once.
I come. Again.
“So fucking responsive. So fucking delicious and sweet.”
His voice is deep, guttural… I brush it off as his sleepy voice but still, there’s something about this man…
But before I can say something, he starts placing kisses from my breasts all the way down to my pussy.
“Oh god, no, I don’t think…”
He doesn’t care at all. He spreads my legs apart, and then lifts my left leg in the air and then… his tongue is right where his fingers were.
He eats me out like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His tongue is skilled, precise, playing me like a damn symphony until I start humming, moaning, or gasping, I still have no idea.
My legs start shaking, the tremors and shockwaves move through me one after the other, becoming more intense and just when I think this can’t get any better, he slips two fingers into me.
And I go off like a rocket booster.
A scream tears out of me. I can’t breathe, can’t think, all I can see is a ceiling of stars and a rainbow. But he doesn’t stop, He continues eating me out, lapping the juices with a. growl that sparks yet another orgasm out of me.
“Oh God, I can’t anymore,” I cry out, my body feeling so damn good, I want to exist in this moment.
“Really?” he demands. “One more time then.”
This time, he draws my orgasm out, kissing every inch of me he can while his magical hands touch, caress, soothe and bring out a horny monster within me.
He does all this without ever actually taking me like I thought he would. And hours after he makes me come two more times, I wake up to find the reason why.
Fear snakes through me, then the residual adrenaline as I look around the empty room.
I see the expensive Armani suits, then I see the laptop, the iPad and then the phone.
It’s not my boyfriend’s. None of this belong to my boyfriend.
Hell, the cologne alone… while I love this one, it doesn’t belong to Knox.