Page 62 of Drive Me Crazy
“So close.” My hands curl into the soft mess of his hair like it’s a lifeline. “Don’t stop.”
When he slips a finger, and then another, into me, I see the stars, the moon, and the sun. My orgasm rolls through me slowly. Before Blake, I’d never come from a guy going down onme. I just thought I couldn’t. Turns out I can, but only if it’s Blake’s head pushed between my legs.
No inch of skin is left untouched or untasted as Blake makes his way back up my body. Unintelligible sounds slip through my lips; I’m overstimulated by his touch, yet I can’t get enough.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers, flicking his tongue into the shell of my ear. “So fucking much.”
“Your turn,” I pant, mirroring his earlier words.
My desire to touch him, to feel him, is making my body ache with a need I’m unused to. I slip my hand into his waistband, wrapping my fingers around him before immediately pulling my hand back out.
“Blake.” I scramble to sit up, but his fingers dig into my hip, making it impossible to move.
“What?” Pure panic is etched across his chiseled features. “What’s wrong?”
I stare at him in disbelief.What’s wrong?Has he never seen the size of his dick?
“You will physically break me in half with that thing,” I frantically prattle. “I thought you were packing heat, not smuggling a goddamn anaconda in there. Do they not stop you at customs when you travel? Did you not have to register that thing as an exotic animal?”
Blake stares at me in that smug, masculine way of his before howls of uncontrollable laughter ripple through him. The room reverberates with the sound. His body drops onto mine, the dead weight making it difficult to breathe. At least I don’t have to look at his face after accusing him of having a snake dick, though.
He pushes himself up onto his forearms, kissing me gently. “I mean it, El. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“No, I want to,” I confirm with a hearty nod. “I just mayneed you to buy me a wheelchair in case I can’t walk tomorrow.”
He chuckles before wrapping his lips around my right nipple. I let out an involuntary whimper. My breasts have always been sensitive, and Blake quickly realizes this, teasing them with flawless fervor. I press my chest further into his mouth as his teeth graze softly against the now hardened buds. He switches between the left and right, releasing each one with a pop and a heavy, panting breath.
I gently push him off me. A frown forms on his swollen lips until I hesitantly pull down the sweatpants hanging on his hips. Eyes heavy with lust watch me as I guide the material off his legs. He rolls onto his back, letting me see him in his full naked glory.Holy fuck.A delicious hiss pierces the air as I lightly wrap my hand around him once again. It’s warm and pulsing, and just as thick as I thought it was.
“Should I have a safe word for, uh, you know?” I give the “you know” in question a light squeeze.
“If you want.” I can tell he’s desperately trying not to laugh. “But I promise you’ll be more than okay.”
“You seem awfully confident that Indiana Bones isn’t going to cause internal bleeding.”
“Did you really just call my dick Indiana Bones?” His voice is incredulous.
“I can call it something else if you’d like. Long Dong Silver, Jurassic Pork, The Dicktator, Cocktapus, King Dong—”
He covers his face with his hands. “You’re crazy.”
“But you like me.”
His lips crash into mine, proving just how much he likes me. I lean into his touch as his calloused hands cradle my cheeks. We’re both messy with need. The kiss is sloppy and wet in the best kind of way. Blake leans back and gazes at me, the unguarded desire in his eyes sending a new wave of want downto my core. A question burns in his eyes, and I nod in response. I desperately need him.
He hops out of the bed with the speed of Usain Bolt. His Olympic abilities end there as he fumbles to open the bedside drawer, frantically looking for a condom. He mumbles to himself, struggling to tear the plastic wrap off a box of Trojans. I’m relieved to see it’s a new box because that’s far more preferable to a half-used-up one from his collection of one-night stands.
“I’m going to sue them.” Blake’s still unable to get into the box. “Is this bloody childproofed?”
“King Dong is the size of a small child, so probably not.” I motion for him to toss me the box. Effortlessly, I tear the plastic off, take out a condom, and rip open the foil packaging.
Blake gets back into the bed, breathless as I slowly roll the condom over him. I’m surprised the rubber doesn’t snap in half. My palms are sweaty with nerves, and he immediately notices my hands shaking.
“Hey.” He peppers my face with sweet kisses. “Say the word and we can stop whenever you want, baby. I’ll go slow.”
My throat’s dry—caught somewhere between nerves and need. Blake balances above me as I guide him between my legs. The crease in his forehead, a sheen of sweat beading on his skin, shows just how much he’s restraining himself. Our mingled breathing is the only sound as he slowly pushes inside me.
When he’s seated fully inside me, he releases the most carnal sound I’ve ever heard. We lie there, not moving, just feeling the heat of one another. It’s the most sinful torture I’ve ever experienced.
