I pull back, releasing all but the head of his cock, sucking hard and flicking my tongue across the underside. His hand in my hair becomes even tighter before he releases me completely and grabs onto the headboard of his bed, his arm muscles flexing as he holds on. Seeing him so close to the edge and feeling the throb of his cock against my tongue, I slide back down his length and back up in quick succession.
Just when I think he’s about to lose it, he pulls his hips back, forcing me to let him go, then the next thing I know, I’m flying through the air and landing on the bed on my belly. My hips are pulled up, and he’s surging inside me with ease—a testament to how turned on I am.
“Yesss,” I cry out, my head flying back as I push up so I’m on all fours in front of him and he’s pounding into me. With each stroke, his skin slaps against mine, sending a shiver of pleasure from where we are connected, to the tops of my thighs and my belly, and to the tips of my breasts. His arm bands around my waist, and he tugs me back so I’m kneeling in front of him. He slides one hand up to cup my breast, tugging my nipple, while the other moves down between my legs.
My breath catches at the first roll of his fingers, the sensation almost too much for me to handle with how on edge I am right now. “Fuck but I love how wet you get for me, love that sucking me off turned you on so much that you’re dripping,” he growls against my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. He nips my earlobe, and my pussy pulses around his hard length. “I’m torn, baby.” He tweaks my nipple while rolling my clit. “I’m not sure if I should take us both to the edge over and over, or let you come so I can feel your pussy pulsing around my cock like it’s trying to keep hold of it forever.”
My only response is to moan, because part of me wants him to put off the inevitable, while the other part of me wants to let go completely. I cover both his hands holding me with mine and let my head fall back to his shoulder, trusting him to take care of me either way.
His mouth latches onto my shoulder, and he bites before he sucks. Tingles shoot across my skin like lightning, my mind not sure where to focus. His fingers between my legs, his hand on my breast, or his mouth on the skin of my shoulder, then neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses.
“Come,” his hot breath orders against my ear, and like he’s in control of my body, the tightness in my lower belly that has been building releases. Turning my head toward him, his mouth finds mine, and his tongue slides between my lips. I lose all sense of myself as I fall apart in his arms, completely consumed by him in every way possible. My body shakes, stars dance behind my closed eyelids, heat spreads across my skin like wildfire, then pure pleasure washes over me from my scalp to my toes.
“Jesus,” he groans, thrusting one last time before he stills completely—all except his cock, which throbs in tandem with my core that is clenching, wanting to keep him right where he is. His arms band even tighter around me.
After seconds or minutes, still panting and sweaty, I shiver from the fan circling above us, and he pulls out of me, then falls, taking me down to the bed with him. After dragging the cover up over the two of us, he adjusts me by grabbing behind my knee, forcing it over his hip and pulling my arm over his waist.
“Good morning.” I feel his lips touch the top of my head and smile against his bare chest, then close my eyes.
“Morning.”
“Just in case you were wondering, I won’t be pissed if you decide to wake me up like that every day.”
“Thanks for clarifying that. I wasn’t sure.” I laugh, then tip my head back to look up at him, that warmth in his eyes that was there yesterday still present.
“Are you ready for today?”
Today being the day I’m meeting his parents, who I don’t remember from when I was sixteen. But then again, the moment I locked eyes on him at Uncle Kenton’s house that day, everyone else kind of disappeared for me.
I bite my lip and drag in a long breath as his eyes roam over my face like he’s searching for even the smallest sign of distress.
“I’m ready. I mean, I’m a little nervous, because I’ve never done the whole meet-the-parents thing before, but I really like Melanie, and Malo is cool, so I’m guessing your parents are nice. So even if they hate me, they’ll pretend like they don’t.”