Jesus, when did my stomach become an erogenous zone?
He suddenly jerks me to the edge of the couch and pushes my thighs wider apart and sits back on his heels, just looking at me.
“So damn beautiful,” he repeats. He raises his hand to my face, his eyes on mine, and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, brushes my lower lip with his thumb, and then traces the pad of his index finger down the hollow of my throat, down my sternum, my stomach, over my navel and my pubis.
I can’t move. I’m completely in his trance. For Godsake, we went from me playfully cheating my ass off on a video game to intense sexual tension in the matter of seconds.
Suddenly, he turns around and fishes an ice cube out of an empty soda glass and pushes it into his mouth. His eyes smile up at me before he lowers his head, and very gently, places a kiss right on my metal. His cold lips send a zing through my core and I raise my hips in response.
“Holy shit, that’s cold!”
He chuckles and does it again, but this time he slides down, hollows his cheeks and sucks my lips into his mouth with the cold ice and I about come apart. I grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me but he backs out of my grasp and shakes his head.
“Grip the back of the couch with your hands, babe.”
Huh?
“Why?”
“This is going to get intense for you, and it’ll be even more so if you can’t touch me.” He gently caresses my thigh with his hand. “Trust me.”
I do.
So I grab the couch above my head and watch him. He smiles reassuringly and kisses my thigh, then fishes out another ice cube, but instead of pushing it into his mouth, he spreads my labia with one hand and, eyes on mine, guides the ice from my anus, through my folds, and up to my clit.
“Watch this, Megan.”
When he reaches my piercing, he hangs out there, circling the metal over and over, making it so damn fucking cold, and then pushes it down against my already over-stimulated nub and my hips come up off the couch. He pushes me back down firmly and gives my clit a reprieve, guiding the ice back down through my lips.
“I love this pink pussy,” he murmurs, his eyes full of longing and lust.
“It’s rather fond of you, too,” I respond, panting.
“Well, that’s good to hear,” he replies sarcastically and reaches for another ice cube.
“Jesus, Will, I can’t do it anymore.” I shake my head from side to side.
“Hey, it’s okay.” He kisses my thigh again, twice, and places a soft kiss against my pussy. God, it’s fucking hot to watch him kiss me down there.
He pops the ice in his mouth and kisses my labia deeply, brushing his nose over my clit, and suddenly I feel a finger brushing my anus. My hips jerk against him and I can’t hold the orgasm in, I come violently against him, crying out his name.
He pushes that ice deep into me with his tongue and then quickly pulls his shirt off, pushes his shorts down around his hips, unleashing his impressive erection, and moves up my body. As his cold lips meet mine, he pushes his cock inside me.
“Holy shit, it’s cold,” he laughs and kisses me again.
“Can I touch you now?” I ask, raising my hips to meet him.
“Fuck, baby, yes, touch me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and am stunned when he suddenly stands with me in his arms, still inside me, and sits on the couch. I plant my knees on either side of his hips, and cup his gorgeous face in my hands.
“I love how you feel when you’re inside me,” I whisper against his lips. His hands are caressing my back, from my shoulders to my ass, and back up again. “I love the way you touch me.”
My eyes never leave his as I start to move my hips, clenching down on him with every downward motion. His jaw clenches as he watches me, his eyes sober and hot. I run my hands through his hair and kiss him deeply, and he wraps those strong, muscular arms around my waist, and pulls me down harder, rolling his hips, making his pubic bone hit my metal, and it’s too much. Before I can stop it, I fall over the edge again, spasming around him.
He buries his face in my neck and growls.
“Fuck, Megan.” And suddenly he’s falling with me, spilling himself inside me.
* * *
I wake alone in Will’s bed, again. I have a feeling that with his early morning training and meetings, I’ll be waking alone a lot when we stay together.
But, given that he woke me up with delicious kisses to let me know he was leaving, he’s forgiven.
Yesterday was the best day I’ve had in I don’t know how long. We literally spent all day being lazy gluttons. Except when we were making love, which was also often.
He’s a freaking animal.
The more I get to know him, the more I genuinely like him. He’s definitely not the arrogant asshole I originally thought he was. He’s considerate and kind and funny.
And for some reason that I’m not going to examine too closely, he seems to be smitten with me.
I gather my things and head home. Today is Nick’s memorial service, and I will be going. Nick was a special kid, and I need to say goodbye.
I take my time in the shower, letting the scalding water loosen sore muscles and soothe me. I smile as I remember the two showers Will and I shared yesterday, and how we ended up getting dirty again, before we ever even left the water.
The man likes water sports.
After buffing and shaving and scrubbing, I dry quickly and dress in a simple black dress. I twist my hair up and pin it at the back of my head, add minimal makeup and satisfied with how I look I head downstairs to eat something light before heading to the service.
As I descend the stairs, the doorbell rings.
Who the hell could that be?
I pull the door open to find a dark suit-covered Will standing on my doorstep.
God, he looks good in a suit.
It’s tailored to his tall, lean body. He’s wearing a blue dress shirt and deep blue tie with it, setting off those incredible eyes.
“Your alarm isn’t set.”
And he’s pissed.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Your alarm isn’t set,” he repeats stubbornly and walks past me into the living room.
“Will, I’ve been home less than an hour. What are you doing here?”
He pulls me to him, wraps his arms around me and just hugs me close. “Do you really think I’d let you go alone today?”
I rest my cheek against his chest and breathe him in. He smells clean and safe. He smells like Will.
“You don’t have to go with me,” I murmur.