Page 52 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
I barely hold back the whimper, and by the sly grin on his face that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Please.”
I already waited through dinner. Through Theo’s bedtime and the rest of the house settling down. By the time Valen corralled me in the bathroom and put his lips on me, I was already at my breaking point.
“Trust me,” he says as his lips brush mine.
I want to. But trust doesn’t come easy.And I need this.So bad, I’m shaking.
“Valen.”
He pulls back until we can look each other in the eyes and a soft understanding settles in his.
“What do you need from me? Rough? Slow?”
“Now.” The whine is there this time, and it brings out a smile in him.
“Condoms?”
Yes, because if I feel Valen bare inside me, it might break what little glue is still holding me together.
“No.”
His nails are scratching slowly down my sides, and even though he frowns in concentration, I can’t do anything to fight the way my eyes want to flutter closed.
“You sure?”
I make them snap back open, hands leaving the counter to grip Valen’s hips and pull him into me. His chest bumps mine, and I sink my tongue into his mouth without a word. He only resists for a second before melting into it and kissing me back just as fiercely.
Am I sure? Fuck no. I shouldn’t even be entertaining the idea of having sex with Valen, but that ship has sailed, and I need him.
More than just the sex. I need it to be Valen.
“We’re both on PrEP,” I say when we break apart. “Do you want them?”
Part of me wants him to say yes so I have an excuse to deny this desperate side of myself.
The rest of me needs him to want me as much as I want him.
“God, no,” he says, and I’ve never heard him speak with as much conviction as he does now. “I want every inch of your body to be mine. I want my cum inside of you, and when it leaks out, I want to fuck it back in.”
I grin wide into the vicious kiss he drags me into, yanking on his briefs to get out the message that I need him nakednow.
That’s as far as he let me strip him when we came in before commanding my hands to the counter, but damn his commands now.
“There’s my dirty man.” I scrape my teeth over his bottom lip to watch the heat in his eyes cause them to darken.
His grin is lopsided, promising wicked things if I keep pushing.
Good. Do your worst.
“You like me dirty.”
“I’d like you more inside me.”
He barks out a laugh and kisses me much too gently for the filthy things I want him to be doing with that mouth instead.
“Turn around. Hands on the counter. Ass out. Think you can deal with some prep without complaining?”
