Page 31 of Wrapped Up In You
“Good.” More kisses down his neck, back to where I’d started this exploration. “I like waking up next to you.”
“Do you?” There was a tinge of…something in his question, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
“Absolutely.” My hand, which had slipped when he’d rolled over, tightened against his chest, pulling him against me, his back to my front. My hard cock was nestled into the crevice of his ass, with only our briefs separating us. I wondered what holiday-themed pattern was on his today. I hadn’t been paying attention when we’d changed after our shower yesterday. I canted my hips, nudging his crack, and he whimpered, pushing back into me in return. “I could wake up to you like this every morning.”
He froze, and I tightened my hold, afraid he was going to bolt. My words were bold and reckless and probably really fucking stupid. But where had measured caution gotten me before? I didn’t know what our future held, but I knew I wanted more of whatever this was. I wanted to chase the good and fuck all the rest.
“Don’t say shit like that, Jonathan.” His voice was strained as if he was trying to hold back some emotion.
“I told you to call me Lucy.”
He released an exasperated sigh. “Lucy, then. Don’t say shit like that in the heat of the moment if you don’t really mean it.”
I released my hold on him so I could turn his chin back toward me. I wanted him to see the truth in my eyes. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”
His eyes flicked back and forth between mine. “You’re serious?’
“I meant every word.”
“But what does that mean?’
“I thought I was the overthinker here?” My attempt to lighten the mood didn’t land.
“I’m serious, Lucy. What did it mean?”
I kissed the tip of his nose, then pulled back. “It means that I love the way it feels to have you sleeping in my arms. To wake up to you and make lazy love with the sun streaming through the windows, lighting up your beautiful body. It means I want more of this. More of you.”
“Since when did you become such a damn poet?”
“Since I started falling for you.”
“You’re falling for me?”
I nodded slowly.
His eyes widened and he lurched forward, pressing his lips so fiercely to mine that he nearly knocked me off the other side of the bed. I rolled to my back, catching him as he attempted to straddle my hips, his feet getting tangled in the blankets. He kicked out in frustration, which only seemed to make the covers cling more stubbornly to his limbs. I chuckled and grabbed hold of him, forcing him to still his movements before he did something disastrous, like knee me in the junk.
“Take a breath, Hay. You’re never going to get untangled if you thrash about like a fish caught in a net.”
The sound he made could only be described as a harrumph, which was adorable as fuck, but he took my advice, reaching down more calmly to extricate himself from the blankets before settling back down on top of me, straddling my hips.
“Better?”
“You tell me.” He dragged his length against mine at an excruciatingly slow tempo, eliciting a groan as a jolt of pleasure coursed through me. “Christ, Hay. Do that again, and this will be over before it starts.”
“Serves you right for mocking me.” The playful twinkle was back in his eye, sending almost as much warmth through me as when he’d rubbed against me a moment before. Taking each of his ass cheeks in hand, I pulled him against me, rocking into him, both of us whimpering at the friction. “C’mere.” I released one of his cheeks so I could pull his head toward mine. “I want to taste you.”
He came willingly, licking into my mouth in a sloppy kiss, teeth clacking in our haste. I shoved both my hands under the waistband of his briefs, kneading his ass as we rutted against each other. Abruptly, he pulled away and climbed off the bed. Before I knew what was happening, he yanked my underwear down, ripping them off my feet and tossing them on the floor, then did the same to his own before climbing back onto the bed. “If we’re going to have a frotting session, we’re going to do it right.”
“Oh, is that what we’re going to do?”
“Did you have something else in mind?” He didn’t wait for a response. Just leaned over and snagged the lube out of the drawer, popping the cap and drizzling the silky liquid over both of us. I hissed as the cool temperature of the lube hit my overheated dick, but that quickly turned into a moan as Hayden slid his cock against mine. “On second thought—fuck—frotting is perfect.”
He chuckled as he leaned forward, changing the angle and trapping our dicks between us, adding the additional friction of our abs as we rubbed against each other in slow strokes.
He brought his lips to mine once again, stubble scratching against mine as we kissed. I loved the masculine feel of him. The hard lines and angles, the rough feel of his body. God, he lit me up in ways no one—man or woman—ever had.
I met his tongue thrust for thrust as our hips matched the rhythm of our mouths. Languid thrusts transformed into frantic strokes as we rutted against each other, desperately chasing our release. My body was on fire, consumed by sensation at each and every point of contact with him. I wrapped my legs around the backs of his thighs, wanting to pull him even closer as if I could somehow fuse us together. Our bodies were slick with sweat, breaths panting, grunts and nonsense falling from our lips, abs slick with precum as our dicks leaked like crazy.
