Page 345 of Phobia
I shake my head. “Nope. Just be quiet and be…mine.”
Dee doesn’t respond but I feel his lips twitching, turning into a wide smile against my heated skin.
Not a single muscle contracts after that. Even his breathing is controlled and calm.
I wriggle out of my robe and snuggle closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. For a long moment, I listen to Delorean breathe. His warmth seeps into my skin and gives me comfort. I need more of it.
I tug at the corner of his sweater and lift it up. He obeys my silent request and lifts his arms, allowing me to undress him. I kiss his nose. His lips twitch fighting back a kiss.
I smile and lick his lips.
Delorean is so beautiful. His mouth is delicious. I can suck on his lips for hours. I would let him kiss me raw until I’m numb.
I cup his pec, but I can hardly hold back when I feel his gasp over my lips.
He loves it when I play with his chest and nipples. He likes it when I roll the hard nubs between my fingers.
I pinch the hardened bud and then I tug at it. The darker flesh around his nipple is soft and silky. I can’t resist but lower my mouth and suckle on it. Delorean’s body tenses.
I smile, feeling bold and move on to suckling his other nipple. I cup both his pecs and enjoy the feel of his firm muscular chest. I love the way his body twitches and his skin burns beneath my lips.
Delorean is very hard. I should be horrified by what he’s packing but I’m not. Dee is mine.
His nipple is deliciously thick in my mouth, swollen from my aggressive suckling. I graze it with my teeth, trying to be gentle. I love the feeling of ampleness. I feel…nurtured. Nourished. Full.
I alternate between his pebbled nips, growing bolder and biting more often than kissing. I’ve suckled and grazed the delicate flesh with my teeth for so long that it is now swollen and pointy.
It’s so beautiful.
I rub my thumb over Delorean’s enlarged wet right nipple. As the flesh springs back up, refusing to sink back into its original shape, I dive right back in for another taste. I just can’t get enough.
I’ve grown too greedy and rough it seems, as Delorean hisses and stiffens beneath me, but he doesn’t break the rules of my game.
I pull away breathlessly, searching his face for disapproval, but all he gives me is his lust-filled black eyes.
Take what you need, little bird.
And I do.
I unbutton his jeans and urge him to lift his hips just enough to pull them lower and take him out.
Delorean is so thick, my fingers hardly close around him.
I enjoy the feeling of him in my hand. The weight. The heat.
His curved penis is dark and veiny, his skin hot and soft like silk.
I make myself comfortable again and slip his cock between my thighs. I cross my legs and look at our lengths pressed together. The sight of our different-sized penises drives me crazy. I love it. I’ve never been big, nor have I cared about my dick much. I’m no more than five inches fully erect. I’ve never been interested in measuring before, but now I love comparing us in every aspect. It turns me on like nothing else. I feel…delicate, especially when Delorean handles me with the utmost care. Like I’m precious. One of a kind.
All my erections before I met my lover had been unwanted, an accident, or non-consensual. There was nothing sensual or erotic about the way my body was forced to perform.
This is the first time in my life I want to feel everything. I want to look at us. I want to feel. I want to be felt.
I want Delorean to feel as good as I do. I want to remember everything.
I roll my hips and rub myself on Delorean’s length.
His jaw is pressed tight as he struggles to maintain his composure.
