It's a nice name. Wondering how many others know it, I can't help but feel even more special.
I want to know how it feels to say it out loud.
"Roland..." Whispering his name, I feel it. The way his cock twitches in my grip and his chest stills. Biting my lip, I question if he hates his name as much as I hate mine. Squeezing him at the base of his girth, I drag my fingers up and groan softly. "Roland."
His entire front rumbles with what sounds like a growl before he flattens his hands against the tile. Cursing under his breath, he thrusts forward into my grip.
Oh, he likes it. What a pleasant discovery.
"If we were anywhere else but my small tub, I'd want to sink to my knees and take you into my mouth." Listening to him pant as I continue to stroke him, I have to force back a laugh when hegroans and pinches his eyes shut. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you? Probably wondering how much I could take in?"
Letting my head dip with his, my mouth waters as I watch my fingers move. Much to his dismay, I slow to a stop. Waiting for his eyes to open, I stroke the halfway point of his cock with my finger.
"I could take this much easily, but here?" Dragging my way up a couple of inches, my breathing grows heavier. "But right here? You'd hit the back of my throat." Just to torture him a little more, my nail grazes the pulsating vein that runs up to the patch of hair above. "But I wouldn't stop until I reached here."
He growls at the promise in my voice before moving one of his hands away from the wall, only to bury it in my hair. Pulling my head back, his kiss is bruising and rushed, as if he can't help himself. He's breathing like he's run a mile, and as soon as my hand resumes stroking him, I can figure out why.
He's close. His stomach is jerking, his thighs twitching. Squeezing him tighter, he growls my name like a curse before finally, heat splashes against my stomach.
Smoke's too busy kissing me to let me look, but I feel every spurt of his release leave him before he's sandwiching me against the cool wall.
Is it always such a turn-on to watch a guy fall apart? It makes me want to keep touching him, to make him hard all over again so I can keep experiencing such an arousing act.
Breaking away to fill my lungs, I can't help but shiver. Not just because of what happens when we disconnect, the mess he's made on both of us, but because the water is starting to lose its steam.
Watching his release wash away until nothing lingers, Smoke huffs and shuts off the shower. Despite looking like he enjoyed his release only moments ago, he's right back to looking mad.
Before I can ask him what's wrong, my feet suddenly no longer touch the tub as Smoke scoops me up into his arms. We're both dripping, but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. Doesn't care that he shouldn't swoop me up like this in a dangerous place.
Clinging to him, we're out of the bathroom before I can wrap my mind around what is going on. My apartment is small and simple, so finding my bedroom across the hall isn't hard. Even easier, hunting down my bed.
Smoke tosses me down with ease, throwing me against the mess of blankets. Jesus, does he not know how to manhandle a woman? Then again, I think I'm digging the roughness that comes with this man. Especially with the impatience that's partnered up with it as he joins me on the bed.
Just as his legs meet the mattress, his hands are pressing against my knees. In a matter of seconds, he has my thighs spread open to get a good look at what's between.
I'm flushed in a way that can't be blamed on the shower water. No, this is all this man's doing. I don't need to follow his gaze to know he's looking at the sheen against my lips, my arousal as obvious as his.
Shaking his head, he lets out a sigh of disbelief. Keeping my legs parted, he works his way between them until his shoulders are grazing my hips. Before I know it, he's hovering close enough that I feel his next sigh against my swollen clit.
Is he purposely taking his sweet time to make me beg him to touch me?
I'm there, at the point of begging. I can already feel the words forming on my tongue.
Smoke must be a mind reader, because he doesn't make me wait a second longer. Dipping down, his tongue traces my slit before his thumbs part me open. From my entrance all the way to my clit, he tastes my juices with a deep moan on his part.Giving my nub hardly any attention, he drags his way back down before tracing my opening. I barely hear his breathy “fuck”before he's plunging his tongue inside.
Fuck is right.
A startled gasp leaves my lips before my fingers are buried into his wet blond strands. Too distracted by his exploration, I can't trap my first moan before it's forced from my lips.
"I thought you said you don't have experience!" Curling against my bed, his beard tickles my inner thighs as his breath does the same to my sex.
"Had an entire year of thinking about this." Breathing heavier, he shoves my thighs apart to reveal just how he's affecting me. "I think I know what I want to do."
He wastes no time showing me exactly what that is. From lapping at my slit to burying his tongue deeply inside of me, I don't even have to point him in any direction. Not that it matters. Once he presses his thumb against my clit, speaking becomes impossible.
Have I always been this sensitive? It normally takes me minutes to get this worked up, but Smoke immediately lights me up.
It's because it'shim. The man I want terribly and more than anything.