“Tell me if I go too fast.” His breath is ragged, his rough jeans run along my inner thigh as he moves on top of me, sending shockwaves through my entire body.
Passion takes over, and I pull his head down to mine, kissing him with burning desire, my hands holding him close as my feet inch up to slide his jeans and boxers off with my toes. I can’t curb the need that is spiraling out of control inside my veins. It’s frantic . . . passionate and not fast enough.
My toe locks into the elastic of his boxer briefs, and I slide them down his ass, the front begins to get stuck on his massive erection. I want to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, but my need for him is too great.
His hands are everywhere, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs and finally he pushes a finger inside as he somehow maneuvers his jeans and boxers further down his body, allowing my toes to kick them the rest of the way off.
“You’re. So. Wet.” The sound of his deep hoarse voice turns me on more as he begins to rub circles around my sensitive flesh. The warmth and slickness of my arousal sliding out of me onto his hand, my hips rocking back and forth into him, my moans grow louder.
His lips circle my nipple and his fingers continue their motion. My hands dig into the bed beside me and I want to release, I want to scream out in ecstasy but each time I come close he pulls back. “Not yet. You’re going to come with me inside you this time.” His lips are grazing mine as he talks, his voice strained and heady with need.
I shake my head from side to side, having a difficult time forming words.
“I think I’m coming now Damian.” My body is lit and the edge is near. Everything about him has the blood in my veins singed with heat.
“No, not until I’m buried deep.” He removes his hand from between my legs and I groan out in frustration.
Fumbling with something beside his bed, I hear the faint tear of a wrapper and want to tell him to forget the condom, just do it already, but before I have a chance, his tip is pressing into me.
He holds it there his eyes gazing down into mine. His breath is deep and his face strained as he slowly pushes his tip past my entrance.
His body begins to shake.
“Damian.” It’s a plea because I can’t think straight and I’m desperate for this to move faster, for both of us to explode together.
“Touch yourself, Addison.”
It’s something I’ve done often, but alone. I’m not sure I can do this in front of him. He places my fingers where he wants them and begins a slight give and take with my body, finally sliding further into me, as together, our hands stroke my own arousal.
With one final roll of his hips, he’s filling me entirely, my eyes wide in how complete I feel, my pulse ticking and my senses alive, as both our hands take my body to the peak.
“I don’t want to move yet,” he mumbles in my ear, his body rigid, his face tucked into the groove of my neck and his breathing deep.
His body tense above me, his eyes closed, gathering control as his breath fans across my breast while he holds himself still within me and I need him to move.
A twitch of his hips, a tremor in his muscles and I moan at the small movement his body makes on top of mine. He begins to rock, his hips flexing into mine, his lips biting down on the side of my neck as he brings me closer and closer to my release.
“Feels so good. Addison, you make me come so hard.” That’s all it takes. My body completely his, as waves of pleasure shoot through me, my hips rocking into him and I’m grabbing at his back, needing to hold on tight for fear that this feeling is going to vanish.
“I can’t . . . hold . . . back.” He pulses inside of me, my orgasm milking his own. Collapsing on my chest, the beat of his heart is slamming along with mine. Our breaths are coming in gasps as he nestles his face in the crux of my neck. “I could stay like this all night. Breathing in your scent, never leaving your body. You rock my entire world Addison.”
My heart stutters. For the first time in forever, I feel protected, cherished as I lie nestled underneath him and I want to make this work, for him, for us, for me. I run my fingers along his back and he winces.
“Oh shit, did I scratch you again?”
His lips smile into my neck and he nods. “Yeah you did and I hope this time they scar.”
His naked body is nestled close to mine as he scoops me into his arms. “Stay with me tomorrow.”
Looking at him over my shoulder his face is buried in my neck and he’s kissing along the curve, his warm lips making me shudder.
“I live next door.”
I feel him smile. “And it’s too far away.”
Pulling me tighter in an embrace, his hand resting on my breast, he runs his nose along the length of my throat. “Stay.”
I nod.
He breathes one more contented sigh and falls asleep. I’m wide-awake, my body humming with post-coital awareness, my mind racing with thoughts of how good it feels to be here in his arms and I wonder how long this is going to last. In my experience, nothing is forever.
It’s still dark outside, and there seems to be a chill in the air. The wind is blowing against the window. It’s howling, and rain begins to pelt on the roof. Burrowing deeper under the covers, I pull her tighter to my body. I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life and be a happy man. Her body is snuggled up close to mine, and she’s grasping my hand to her chest. Her dark hair fanned out on the white pillow and those lips are parted slightly.
The beat of her heart against my palm makes me feel like curling my fingers and holding it firm, never letting go.
Love is a complicated word. It can easily be confused with lust, the emotions so tightly connected. I have no idea what it is I’m feeling in this moment, but I know, I don’t want it to fade anytime soon.
For two months I’ve watched this woman mourn the loss of a love she thought was forever, I watched her change her life from sad and lonely to one as vibrant as her bright green eyes. I was part of that change and I can only hope I’ll be sticking around for a lot longer.
Addison twitches beside me¸ her warm body slightly moving and I’m instantly hard. Releasing my hand, she rubs at her eyes, then turns, her leg covering mine. We’re naked and our new position has me lined up against her entrance.
“Morning.” She’s yawning, her eyes barely open. I trace my finger along the dampness between her legs and know we aren’t leaving this bed anytime soon. A small smile forms at her mouth.
She runs her hands over my head, gently scratching my scalp, sending chills through my body.
“I told you I’d be your morning girl.” She buries her face in my chest, her cold nose slightly shocking me, as she slides herself back and forth along my length, the warmth and wetness of her arousal encompassing me.
“Christ, Addison. I want in.”
My arms are around her body, my hands snaked up her back and tangled in her hair. “I want to lose myself in you and stay in this bed all day.”
Raising her hips, she brings me into all her heat. “Oh fuck.” I’m not wearing a condom, and the feeling of her bare walls surrounding me makes me lose all sense of sanity. “Addison,” Her name rolls out of my mouth as a plea . . . a prayer . . . a promise. I’m dizzy with lust and want to flip her on her back, thrust deeply into her and make her yell my name as she comes apart. Nuzzling my face in her neck, our bodies connected, I know I need to right this and finish what she just started. “Ease up, Baby. I need to get a condom.”
Her fingers press into my back and she sinks down further, her chest pressed to mine, her peaked nipples rubbing against my skin. She doesn’t speak, and she doesn’t stop the tiny motions she’s making with her hips that are causing me to lose my mind. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead.