Page 64 of Homesick

“Maybe,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows to get a better view. “I think the towel needs to go.”

Blake’s eyes darken at my proposition and soon his towel hits the floor without a sound. I push myself off my elbows and inch to the end of the bed where my lips are inches away from his cock. I stare at his erect member before slowly tilting my chin up in an almost sinister way.

When I look up, his eyes are filled with curiosity and anticipation. I keep eye contact when I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his swollen tip. He tilts his head back in ecstasy and I take that as my sign to go deep. I thrust his cock into my throat, and I let out a suppressed moan.

Soon I have the rhythm I need and while he’s thrusting in and out of my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the most sensitive part of him. I slide my hands to the back of his thighs, inviting him to go faster and deeper.

Before I can feel him spill into my throat, he grabs me by the wrist and yanks my entire body up.

“I’m not ready to cum just yet,” he says with fire in his eyes. “I want these off now,” Blake says before grabbing at the hem of my t-shirt. My clothes soon join the discarded pile of his towel on the motel floor.

He pulls me in closer and turns us around before leaning in. He kisses the skin behind my ear and whispers, “I want you to ride me.” Chills erupt on the surface of my skin at the way his thumb skirts over my hardened nipple.

Blake sits down on the bed and grabs my hands as he guides us onto the soft mattress. Once he’s laying down, I align our hips together and get ready to cross the line we’ve been edging toward for the past few weeks.

Before I can fully slide myself down, he grabs my wrist again before saying, “I can’t wait for you to ride my dick, but I was talking about my face, babe.”

A red-hot blush spreads across my face at my mistake, but before I have time to be embarrassed, he grabs my waist and positions my thighs on both sides of his face. I gently lower my center to his mouth, not wanting to crush him, but again, he’s pulling me into him with a fervency. I gasp as his tongue swipes up my slit and settles on my clit.

My pulse quickens and a finger teases my entrance before fully entering me. I tip my head back in pure bliss. He knows every inch of me, and he’s making sure to remind me.

Blake swirls his tongue around my clit, and I grab the headboard in surprise. I can feel the edge of my orgasm peeking out, but I don’t want this moment to end. Soon I’m grinding into his tongue, begging for more. “Please,” I squeak out without any context.

His hands reach up to my ass and squeeze, prompting for me to ride him harder. I can feel the heat in my belly begin to intensify. This time, I gladly let it fester as I feel myself spill over.

“Oh god, Blake. I’m cumming.” I let the wave of pleasure fall over my body and forget where I am for a moment as I throw my head back in ecstasy.

A few moments later, I realize Blake has flipped us over and his lips are on my neck. “That was—” I can’t even describe the feeling washing over me, but I don’t have to because Blake’s mouth is on mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and I love the sense of belonging that comes over me.

Not being able to wait any longer, Blake’s tip is at my entrance. He pulls back from my lips and stares at me. I can see the love swirling in his big green eyes and I wish I could remember this moment forever. We’ve had many first together, but this feels different. This feels like the beginning of being okay again.

“Is this okay?” Blake questions.

“Yeah. I’m still on the pill.”

He pauses for a moment before saying, “that’s not what I meant, Wren. I want to make sure you’re not going to regret this.”

After everything we’ve been through this summer, I can still see a hint of the same vulnerable boy I met all those years ago. He’s just as scared as I am of messing this up. “I’ll never regret saying yes to you, Blake Fisher.”

With that, he finally lets go and thrusts into me. I rake my nails down his back and pull him in as close as possible. I let out a cry of relief as the thrusts begin to speed up. At some point, he pulls back slightly, and we just stare at each other in utter infatuation. It’s almost as if we’re both surprised we got to this moment.

Minutes and many heavy breaths later, his thrusts become uneven, and he nestles his head into the crook of my neck. I feel the warmth in my core begin to build up again, begging to be tipped over. “I’m so close,” I whisper into his ear as I caress his soft hair.

He tips his head up and connects his lips with mine as we reach our peaks together. I can feel the spasm of his cock inside me and my lips tilt into a smile of satisfaction.

Home is the word that comes to mind as we fall to the bed, and he grabs my waist to pull me in closer. My mouth is frozen in the form of a forever smile as he presses wet kisses to the back of my neck. I’ve never felt more at home than in his arms.

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“That tickles,” I protest as Blake strokes my naked thigh. “I’m trying to sleep.”

It’s half true. After an entire summer of pushing Blake away, I don’t want to miss a moment of finally having him to myself. I’m exhausted from an entire night of getting to know each other, but I could spend the rest of my life tired if it feels like this.

“Can I ask you a question, Wren?” Blake says as he continues to stroke my side.

I finally give up and turn so I’m facing him. He looks like a Greek god with the white sheets barely covering his bottom half.

“Of course. What is it?”

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