Page 144 of The Home Grown
“Can I…”
“Touch yourself,” I say.
And he does. Small pumps, stopping just shy of the tip, and I lock eyes with him; the self-conscious Ellie, well and truly absent in the moment.
“You’re killing me, Kitch.” His voice is almost a growl, pained and husky as he pulls his hand away.
“How long do you think you can go?” I ask.
“Why don’t you come here and find out?”
I’m about to move when he pulls me towards him, settling his dick in between us. All it’d take would be for me to move forward a fraction, adjusting my angle, and he’d be inside of me. The reminder of how he felt inside me when we were on his sofa makes me desperate for more.
He pulls my head down, finding my lips with his. Light pecks before he deepens the kiss, a slow tease with his tongue before he pulls away.
“Do you have any condoms, Kitch?”
I lean across him, fumbling in my bedside table, before handing him the packet.
Far too many seconds later, he’s ready, shifting our bodies down the bed so he’s lying on his back and I’m positioning myself so I can sink down onto him, my heart picking up speed as he fills me, inch by inch.
“Tell me I can’t come yet,” he says, looking up at me, eyes narrowing in concentration. “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”
I wriggle my hips. “You can’t come yet,” I say. “Not until I do, anyway.”
“That’s the best deal I’ve ever heard,” he says, reaching for my breasts, cupping them in his hands, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
God,that feels good. The roughness of his skin drives me wild, forcing me to lean forward in desperation to find that angle—the perfect grind of his pubic bone against my clit.
“Use me,” he says. “Come for me.”
I do use him, building a rhythm that has me fighting for breath, my orgasm building at speed.
“I’m close,” I say.
“Can I?—”
“Yes.”
And it’s like he’s got a secret route, right into my soul. He holds my hips, thrusting into me, as I come apart.
I slump down onto his chest. His heart thudding in my ear—the steady rhythm of Mike.
He scoops me into his arms, nuzzling into my neck, peppering kisses along my damp skin.
“Can we just stay here all day?” he asks. “I mean, I don’t have any clothes so…”
I chuckle.
“I can pop out and get you something to wear. Supermarket fashion. Besides, I have next to no food in and I can’t imagine you’ll cope without sustenance.”
“I appreciate it, thanks.”
I pull myself away from his chest, looking down at him, amber eyes bright.
“Mike?”
“Yeah.”
