What would it take to snap it? In my muzzy head, I only knew I wanted him to stop being...strategic and just do me. So I sat up, surprising him, and rolled on top of him, perched on his abdomen so he could feel how much I wanted him. His cock jerked against my ass, but I didn’t move, only held his gaze for countless seconds.
“Time’s up,” I whispered. “My turn.”
“Jesus.”
I expected him to argue, but his lashes fluttered against his cheeks as if in surrender. His chest heaved, deep, steadying breaths, I guessed. If this worked, they wouldn’t do him any good. Bending down, I teased him as he had me, running my lips down his neck to his shoulders, interspersing licks and bites. The sounds he made, little rumbling groans and gasps, only got me hotter. I ran my hands over his chest, marveling at his strength. He hissed when I curved my nails into his muscles but he didn’t stop me. In fact, his hips came up, and his nipples tightened, so we were a matched set. I worked my ass against him for a few seconds while I traced a featherlight fingertip across his chest.
“You have to tell me what you want next.”
“Your mouth.”
“Where?” I eased closer, my lips hovering above his nipple.
“There. Anywhere.” His hands fisted on either side on the covers, as if he thought he shouldn’t touch me. Or maybe he was fighting the urge to throw me on my back and fuck me.
Stop resisting, Rob. We’ve had weeks of foreplay.
If he didn’t do it soon, I would. The ache inside me escalated to tremors in my thighs, and it was all I could do not to just lift up, curl my hand around him, bear down and start grinding. But I needed him to lose control first. Too bad I was one kiss away from forgetting my name.
“Like this?” I licked his nipple lightly, knowing it wasn’t enough.
With a muttered curse, he let go of the sheets and pressed my head down harder, and I bit him. He lifted us both off the bed with the force of his reaction. Melting all over him, I explored this revelation. Rob likes teeth, a little pain. So I gave it to him, commingled with tender suction and gentle kisses—his chest, his nipples, back up to his shoulders and throat, and down again. The longer I tormented him, the more he moved, helpless motions against my ass.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered. “Killing me.”
When he snapped, he shoved me off him and onto my back. But then he kissed a blind, desperate path downward. His hands shook as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and settled in. I arched, bewildered, as he licked and bit my inner thighs, tasting the juices. With rough need, he parted my lips with his thumbs and worked in a maddening circle, just a whisper away from my clit. Aching, I needed his fingers, his cock, inside me, but I got his tongue, and that was... I moaned.
His fingers strummed my clit as he thrust, tasting me so deep that I lifted my ass, unable to breathe, only knowing I had to have more. Heat built, the sweet, soft friction, and he was whispering to me, into me, but I couldn’t make out the words. Maddened, I fucked his face, desperate to get off. I’d never been able to come from oral, but the way the tension was climbing, maybe this time, maybe, oh, fuck, yes.
With shaking hands, I adjusted his touch on my clit, a little rougher, longer strokes, less of the tapping, and the orgasm roared through me. My body tightened on his tongue, and I came in a silent rush. I wanted to yell his name, but my throat clenched just like the rest of me, until it was all I could do to breathe. In. Out. Rob lightened the touches perfectly, not pushing me past what felt good. I had no idea when he moved because everything was dim and spinning, starlight in the room, no, candlelight, and his big body wrapped around me. His cock was hard as a railroad spike against my ass, and he was grinding against me slowly when I regained some sense of perspective.
“You are incredible,” I whispered.
“You’re delicious.” The husky growl in my ear hardened my nipples; I should be satisfied, but I wouldn’t be until he was inside me.
I spun in his arms and threw a leg across his hip. That changed the angle completely. His breath caught, but he didn’t—couldn’t—stop the relentless pump of his hips. Each little movement opened me up a little more, teasing closer, and he shuddered, his head falling back as his cock slid between my labia. Moving with him, I watched his face, the pleasure opening his expression to me completely. This Rob was emotionally naked, vulnerable, and the intensity of his longing brought tears to my eyes.
“I’m safe,” I whispered. “And I’m on the pill. Do you trust me?”
Before Rob, I’d always used condoms, but I’d wanted him for so long that I hated the thought of stopping for latex. Want you inside me, nothing between us. The thought alone, along with his hardness pressing deeper, almost made me come again.
“Yes, Lauren. Yes. I never...” He lost the thread, lips parting on a groan as I shifted. “Never...went bare. Baby, I need you.”
“Then have me.”
Rob shoved me onto my back, all gentleness and finesse forgotten. He claimed me in a single, powerful thrust, and I clamped my legs around his hips, breathless, dizzy with excitement. For a few seconds, he just froze, locked and holding inside me. I tightened instinctively, wanting him to feel good.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s good. You won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you.”
“Don’t be done,” I begged, moving under him.
“Jesus, Lauren. Do that again. Again—” His voice broke. Breath coming in ragged gulps, he moved in long, fast strokes, clearly focused on getting off.
But his selfishness only turned me on more, especially after the way he made me come with his mouth. I loved knowing I’d driven him to this point. Rob—sweet, considerate Rob—wanted me so bad, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. I sank my nails into his back and raked downward, sparking a snarl of pleasure. His thrusts came harder and faster, wild and erratic, like he couldn’t get deep enough, and I tilted my hips, pushing back as the tension coiled in my belly, bringing me closer to the edge with every furious push.
He broke before I did, and long shivering waves rocked through him. Rob lay down on me and gathered me close. The last of his pulses edged me into a light fluttery orgasm, not nearly as strong as the first one, but enough to soothe the heat. I held him as he jerked in my arms, reacting like each brush of my fingertips scraped across an exposed nerve.
Eventually his breathing steadied, and he rolled to the side, taking me with him. It even felt good when he slipped out of me. We were a sticky, delicious mess, but I didn’t have the energy to suggest a shower. “You okay?”