My body hummed in anticipation. A flare of worry was quickly smothered by my hope and want.
A bout of hesitation hit me and then his eyes snapped open. “Just trying to calm myself down. I thought I was ready to see you like this, but holy shit, Marisa.”
I chuckled, preening at the words. “If you like what you see, then come get me.” I spread my arms wide.
He shot forward, spinning me around until I flopped onto the bed.
My hair fell into my face.
His warm, weighty body settled over mine.
I parted my thighs, letting him in. Letting him closer. The tension and worries I’d anticipated weren’t there. There was nothing except the not-so-gentle hum of anticipation. My hummingbird heartbeat might as well have been one continuous beat making my skin flush and glow.
His corded muscles flexed, like it was taking all of his strength to hold back.
I didn’t want him to hold back anymore.
He dropped his head and laved one of my nipples, rolling the other between his fingers, while rocking his hips against me. The slow, steady rub of his cock against my clit coaxed moans from deep in my throat.
I held onto his head.
The tongue-and-teeth combo was working wonders on my breasts. I hadn’t ever thought they were all that sensitive. Apparently, they just hadn’t met the right guy. LJ was that guy.
Heat and quivers coiled in my belly.
The charge running through my body heightened, and the sounds from where his hips ground against mine bordered on obscene. Even the tiniest particle of reservation evaporated. I wanted this. I wanted him.
I felt around on the bed and snagged the condoms. “LJ, here.” I tore one off and held it up to him.
He stopped and looked up at me with rosy cheeks and a flicker of confusion. “Right.” He chuckled and lifted up, rolling the latex onto his shaft.
A happy sigh rushed past my lips when he dropped back down and nudged at my pussy.
His fingers brushed the hair back from my face, and he stared into my eyes.
If there was a time to not be a gentleman, it was now, but LJ being exactly who he was, it was why I loved him like I did. He ran his thick mushroom tip up and down my entrance.
“Come on, L.” My heart tripped, stripping away all the layers between us.
He met my lips and drank from them in hearty gulps.
I clung to him.
My toes scrunched as he pushed inside. So much pressure. Full. So full. My mouth opened in a silent scream.
His head pushing inside. Stretching and spreading me.
I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut at the intensity, breathing through the pain.
He stared into my eyes, watching every breath. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhh.” I nodded, not trusting my voice, and the sharpness of his invasion eased into a throb.
The feeling of fullness gave way to ripples of pleasure.
His thrusts built slowly, until they rocked into me harder and faster. Measured. Methodical. Maddening.
A tease after the wait. The pain was completely gone now. My breath hitched as the electric current increased.
“I thought the phrase was cock tease.” I shifted my hips to get him to sink in deeper, faster, completely.
Each half stroke was torturous pleasure. And with one thrust, he buried himself in me.
I yelped and my back arched off the bed. Helpless lust crashed into me and stole my breath. But I needed more.
He glanced up from looking down between us. His pupils were massive and he shuddered, rocking me along with him.
Staring into my eyes, he raised up and I shifted my hips, opening my legs wider.
The breath was stolen from my lungs as his slow thrust invaded me, an invasion that sent sizzling pleasure rolling down my spine. The bliss blooming from deep within me turned to a euphoric moan as his slow, steady drive reached depths I relished and wanted to never stop.
“Are you okay?” His fingers brushed the hair from the side of my face.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. His control and caring, never wanting to push me further than I wanted to go, made it hard to keep my heart from swelling. He was watching me like I was the most precious thing in his life.
“I’d be even better if you stopped holding back.” I shot him a lopsided grin and urged him on with a tilt of my hips.
He dropped his head back and hissed like he was in pain. An excruciating pleasure he couldn’t get enough of and couldn’t escape.
My bed rocked and banged against the wall like we were trying to demolish the place.
He wasn’t holding back now.
How little he was holding back was written in the sweat coating both our bodies.
If anyone came home they’d think there was a drumline in my bedroom, but we weren’t stopping.
I ran my fingers along the side of his face, reveling in the stubble and traveling up to tickle my fingers through his hair. “I’m all yours, L.” It slipped out, I swiveled my hips to distract from the words. Stay in the moment.
This spurred him on. Rolling, grinding thrusts and the sounds of our bodies battling toward the peak now within view heightened every touch, taste and smell.
Rippling waves crested over me, dragging me to the depths of bliss with each thrust stripping away my ability to do anything other than feel.
A brutal climax ripped through me and my moan was lost to a scream. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and held on as my walls clamped around him.
LJ hissed and kept going, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier. The silent mantra was back, only now I could hear it with my cheek rubbing against his chin, the short hairs tickling my skin.
“So fucking beautiful. Make it good for her. So fucking beautiful.” On repeat.
A chuckle caught in my throat at the most LJ thing ever said during sex. I rode the waves, moving from peak to peak before he thickened inside me, triggering another oversensitive orgasm.
This time, I wrapped all my limbs around him, trying to stall the movement. It was too much. He was too much and even more might be the death of me.
He collapsed on top of me and I basked in the weight and heat of him. After so many times sharing a bed, I had to say this was my favorite position. Glowy, tingling, and blissed out, I held onto him, not wanting these feelings to wane and the rest of the world to barge in on our moment.
Instead of moving off me, he slid his arms under me and squeezed me hard against him. “That was…”
I laughed and hugged him back. “It sure was.”
He hopped off the bed and got rid of the condom before jumping back into the bed with me.
This time, his strong thighs were on the outside of mine and he molded his body to mine again, sliding his arms behind me.
His not-nearly-as-deflated-as-I’d-expected cock was nestled in the hair on top of my pussy.
I was blanketed by his body, his strength, his lo—
Now was not the time to put words out into the universe, but I couldn’t back up. And suddenly, the panic of someone downstairs having heard us sent an elbow straight to my stomach.
“Is anyone home?”
He drew his head back and rested his fingers against the side of my neck. “No one’s here. They won’t be back for a few hours.” His fingers trailed down my shoulder, and the goosebumps pushed through my skin.
The cooling of my body was stopped and reversed by the growing appendage between us.
“Then we have time for another round.” I grabbed his ass and squeezed a cheek.