“Hard?” I teased, scratching his back until I reached the top of his jeans. He was wearing a belt, and there wasn’t a gap I could slip my hands into.
“It’s excruciatingly painful.”
It wasn’t funny, and if I’d been thinking straight, I might have come up with something sexy to retort. Instead, I stared up at the ceiling and laughed, as if it were the funniest thing I’d ever heard.
“You’re laughing at my dick.”
It only made me laugh harder, but I tightened my hold on him. It wasn’t about him, or us, or even the intimacy. I’d lost it.
Thunder shifted, his hand cupping me through my pajama bottoms. The laughter instantly stopped.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispered against my neck. “You’re nervous.” He raised up on his elbow so that he could look down as he pressed his hand harder against me. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped between my lips. “Now, who’s laughing?” He tried to sound serious, but his smile gave him away. He ended up falling forward, laughing. I chuckled along with him.
I could spend every day like this for the rest of my life.
With him. Only him.
***
Thunder
If I hadn’t been watching her closely out of the corner of my eye, I would have missed it. Her eyes were bright, her lips tipped into a smile, and whatever she was thinking made her happy.
I wanted to think it was something I’d done, but I pushed that out of my mind, focusing only on her. I’d been serious when I’d said she was nervous. Liz had been the one to start this, but she was putting on a brave face. She probably didn’t even suspect her body trembled at my touch.
I laid my head against her sternum, trying to gather my breath. Her hands went to my hair, lightly tugging at the strands, and it sent another burning shot down my spine.
If I didn’t care about her, I would have had her stripped in under three minutes, my dick buried to the hilt. I cared, and if there ever came a time for rough sex, I’d take it, but this wasn’t it. I must have waited too long. Her hand left my hair, unbuttoning her first couple of buttons. Her pale skin glowed against the blue of the silk fabric.
Her hand slid back to the bed, but I wouldn’t let her be passive. If this was going to happen, she was going to experience every fucking minute.
“Show me.”
I had meant for her to guide my hand across the visible skin, but she slid her hand further down, unbuttoning the rest of the pajama top until it fell open across her chest and stomach. Placing an open-mouthed kiss right above the line of her pants, I worked my way up. Kissing. Licking. Sucking each small patch of skin until she squirmed beneath me before moving to the next.
She moaned in my ear, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I encouraged. I wanted to add more. Tell her she was mine and I was never letting go, but now wasn’t the time. She was relaxed, happy, and I didn’t want to scare her with a future she probably hadn’t thought about.
Liz said nothing, dragging her fingertips along her sternum and through the valley between her breasts. She reached the top of the pajama pants and pulled them down as far as she could.
She reached for my belt, and while she undid the buckle, there wasn’t much room for her to pull the zipper. She looked at me and then looked down towards my belt before looking at me again. I knew what she was implying, but I needed to hear her say it.
“What do you want, dirty girl?” I whispered in her ear, sucking the lobe between my lips. She said nothing. Her breathing was deeper than I’d heard her before. I didn’t move from her earlobe, waiting for the words. This was about letting Liz decide and nothing more.
“I…I…” She only let her guard down with me.
“I know, my dirty girl. Your body is crying out, but I want to hear you say it.”
“I…I…you.”
It wasn’t enough. “Say it,” I encouraged.
“Bob…by,” she moaned, and I nearly caved, giving in to her desires. “You,” she moaned again, pushing up against me.
“I’m right here, but tell me, dirty girl. What do you want?”
Her eyes clouded over, and I stopped moving. If she was going to have a blackout, I’d see her through it, but I didn’t want her to be disoriented. She gripped my forearms, trying to lift her hips off the bed.