Page 49 of Unspoken Confessions
All the places I’d imagined him putting it, well, I started to wonder if it would fit there.
Suddenly, I wasn’t ready.
I might have wanted it. Might even have wished for it. But the truth was, I wasn’t prepared enough for this moment. Forget grooming and forget the fact that I didn’t have the necessary supplies, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. That was the kind of cock you didn’t come back from. I’d never had one in me but I damn well could tell just by looking at it, that would be the one to break me in the best way ever.
He gently settled over me. Despite my panic, my cock was still rock hard and throbbing.
“Feel,” he whispered into my ear like he had read my face so clearly.
Then his hard cock brushed over mine as he began to rock his hips slightly.
My head pushed back into the mattress, chin jutting up to the ceiling. I wished I could see myself because I was sure that, for the first time in a long time, I was blindly enjoying something.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as he pushed himself up. He hovered over me, those intense eyes shining from the low light next to the bed. They pinned me in place and took away every thought that I had.
I moaned out his name as my knees bent and my heels dug into the mattress in an attempt to thrust against him harder.
His hand slid between our bodies and then it wrapped around both of us. The feeling of his soft skin pulled tight over his hardened cock was a feeling like nothing else. Tingles shot through my body and I was barely aware that I began to thrust harder in an attempt to chase my orgasm. It was tearing through me like a freight train. I couldn’t stop it. Fuck, I didn’t want to.
I reached for his ass, grabbing those tight, amazing cheeks just the way I’d dreamed about doing so many times before. So out of my mind and not aware of what I was doing, I used my hold to thrust harder against him.
My breath caught in my lungs and I was barely able to choke out his name as I came. He grunted, and then I felt his hot seed hit me. Again and again, we both kept coming. I felt it hit my stomach, my chest, my nipple. And when his hand slowed, milking the last of our orgasms, I felt it all around our cocks. His and mine, there was no way to tell which was which.
I let out a long breath, smile on my face as I sagged back into the mattress, completely boneless.
He rolled off me and I whimpered at the loss of his weight. He’d taken his heat with him and I was desperate to have that back, too.
My eyes were heavy and I tried my hardest to force my lids open. But it was useless. I felt his lips press against the corner of my mouth, and I didn’t know what it was about that one kiss, but it felt more intimate than any of the ones before it.
I smiled harder. I heard his light chuckle in my ear as the mattress shifted. He was leaving and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.
But how did I ask him to stay?
“I’m scared,” I mumbled because it was the truth.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he told me as if he knew everything I was trying to say with those two words.
I felt something soft rub over my chest and I realized that he’d only moved away to grab something to clean me up with. By the feel, it must have been his shirt. Blindly, I pushed his hand away. It was gross but I didn’t want him to erase the proof of us yet. Maybe not ever. Though I knew realistically that couldn’t happen. And that it would have beenreallynasty.
Whatever he’d used hit the floor and then I felt him scoot on the bed closer to me. He shifted me, moving my body so it was under the covers, and once they were settled perfectly around me, I rolled over on my side. His hard chest pressed against my back as his arm draped over my waist.
And just before I drifted off, I felt his lips press a light kiss against the back of my shoulder.
