Another contented hum, and then he’s rolling to his back and guiding me into place above him, my thighs straddling his shoulders. He strokes up my inner thighs while gazing up at me with a sultry grin. When his thumbs tease my clit, my hand flies to the adjacent wall for support.
“CJ,” I breathe, gooseflesh pricking my skin, though I’m not cold. My pounding heartbeat drops into the hollow between my thighs, bringing on an exquisite, almost painful ache.
He grabs my waist and urges me lower, forcing my knees wider while he kisses his way up, sucking my skin just hard enough to keep my focus on him instead of what comes next, that extra friction from his facial hair on my quivering skin heightening my awareness in the best way.
When his mouth and that silky mustache make contact with my hot flesh, I release a startled cry.
“Put your face in the pillow, so I can make you scream.”
God, this man. I fold forward, landing on my elbows, and lower my head. With my hair pooled to one side, I rest my cheek on thecool pillow, panting while he sucks and teases, his wicked, expert tongue so sensual. Relentless.
I can’t help the way my hips roll to meet his mouth, or the gasps that turn to ragged whimpers, my muscles tensing. The part worrying about suffocating him or being embarrassed by how badly I want this fades into the background, and what blooms in its place is so freeing. It’s playful and genuine and powerful. I rock harder against him, needing the friction of his mustache and the slick softness of his mouth all at once, everywhere. I bury my face in the pillow as my climax rips through me, my screams swallowed by the fabric.
Aftershocks rattle my frame as I try catch my breath. CJ slips down the bed, then climbs on behind me. He takes his time caressing up my thighs, stroking my back, planting kisses, his lips so soft.
“So fucking perfect,” he praises.
When he caresses me from behind, a needy groan escapes my lips, renewed desire sparking inside me.
“You like being on your knees for me, hmm.”
My hazy thoughts sharpen as heat flashes beneath my skin. “It’s not weird?”
“Are you kidding me?” He caresses up and down the back of my thigh, then rounds the curve of my ass, his touch slow, reverent. “It’s fucking hot as hell.”
He plants a kiss at the base of my spine, then down, taking his time. When his mustache tickles the sensitive skin at my most private place, followed by the warm caress of his lips, I whimper.
“You ever had someone touch you back here?”
I was always curious, but Nathan made me feel dirty for asking. “No.”
He hums, the vibrations like a tease, making me squeeze my thighs together. He kisses back up while he caresses me, the shock of how good it feels stealing my breath. “Such a good girl letting me play.”
His praise is like being swept away by a soft, warm cloud, and I sigh.
With one hand on my lower back, he glides between my thighs, the tip of him so full and thick where I’m throbbing with need.
“Nice and slow, baby.” His rough palm on my lower back steadies me while he rocks closer, the stretch of him intense but exactly perfect at the same time.
He’s going to ruin me, and all I can think of ishell yes.
“More,” I pant, my fingers curling into the sheets.
With another low hum, he rocks back then thrusts again, filling the empty, desperate ache inside me.
“Fuck,” he grits out, sliding his hands to my waist. “Look at you, bent over, taking me so fucking good. Like you were made for this.” He thrusts again, tapping the heart of me. A low groan rumbles past his lips. “Made for me.”
“I think your cock wasmade forme.” I rock my hips because if he doesn’t keep moving, I’m going to combust.
We start slow, like he promised. He dips down to kiss my shoulder while he thrusts. I turn and capture his lips with mine, my eyes closing for an instant, but then he’s back to caressing me, cradling my hips, his touch firm, like he needs me to keep him grounded as much as I need him in control. Because this feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever known. A mix of wild desire and that steadfast trust, the beginning of something tender and hopeful. Like we’re creating our own little universe where it’s safe yet so big and beautiful, endless. Real. The craving to hold onto it, nurture and protect it, is so powerful I have to squeeze my eyes shut as I come undone.
Because I never expected to feel like this. Even that first night when I gave him my list of qualities I longed for, it was a pipe dream. Make-believe. But he’s proven me wrong again and again. Maybe I can be loved by someone who’s humble and honest and good with his hands. Who’s playful and sexy, with magical kisses I feel in mytoes. Who looks at me like I could be his whole world, if only I’d give him a chance.
Maybe now, I’m ready to let him.
For the second time tonight, I scream into the pillow, though I’m sure the slap of skin and his sharp breaths are loud enough for his bunkmates to hear us. There was a time I would have cared about that. Felt ashamed. But that feels like an old story, one I’m more than ready to leave in the dust.
With a low groan, CJ comes, gripping my waist to keep our bodies locked together while he pulses hard inside me. Our quick breaths fill the silence, my sides heaving into his hold.