Page 88 of The Downside of Love
So large, so thick in my mouth, I have to breathe carefully through my nose as I continue to roll his balls in my hand.
He shifts beneath me and groans, every single muscle rippling as he falls into a euphoric state. Bringing my tongue up the underside of his cock, I graze my teeth along the head, causing his entire body to spasm.
Sitting up abruptly, eyes crazed, he says, “Baby, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
“Mmm,” I hum against his cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He falls back to the bed and brings his hands to his face where he mumbles something under his palms.
Not wanting him to come just yet, I release my grip on him and move away from his fully erect cock, letting it lay hard and ready on his stomach.
Giving myself a second, I take him in. Broad shoulders, hands behind his head, perfectly carved body from his strong pecs to the deep V in his hips, to the thickness of his perfect penis. And then that smile, the one that’s reserved for me, wide and toothy, handsome beyond anything I’ve ever seen.
Straddling his legs, I press my arousal against the length of his hard cock, letting my wetness coat him as I glide my hips over him, rubbing but never penetrating. I place one hand on his flexed abdomen and push the other through my long hair, my hips in a constant movement.
I watch as his face morphs.
Bites on his bottom lip.
Mouth parts.
Neck strains.
Long strangled exhale.
Hands to my hips, guiding me faster, bringing me closer to climax, my clit throbbing, begging for more.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
His words send my hips into an undulating frenzy. My breasts flow with my hips, my hair falling over my shoulders, my stomach tightening with each pulse of my clit.
I tilt my head back and allow myself to be in this moment, feeling the length of his cock between the valley of my legs, smooth yet hard, igniting my impeding orgasm. I need more.
I need him inside me.
Reaching between us, I lift up on my knees and place his cock at my entrance. His eyes fall soft as awareness washes over him. I rub his tip along my slit and bite down on my bottom lip . . . the feeling of him so exposed between us, heavy and perfect.
“I want all of you, Stryder, nothing in between us.” I rub him again, moving his cock slower this time.
A hiss escapes past his lips. “Take me, baby.”
“I’m on the pill,” I say, moving him across my slit again. I’m so wet, so he slips over my clit with ease.
“I don’t give a fuck. Just put me inside of you.” He shifts my hips and pulls down on them, urging me.
Loving how much he’s lost control, I lower myself, his cock stretching me out with every inch I take.
I pause, giving myself a second to breathe, to adjust to his thickness. “So big,” I mutter, moving farther down on his length.
Once I’m fully seated, I press my hands against his chest, leaning forward slightly for support, and stare into his passionate eyes. Lifting his hand to my cheek, he pushes my hair behind my shoulder and then cups my face. His thumb rubs across my cheekbone as he encourages me to lower even more, bringing my lips to his.
Sweetly, he kisses me, our hips still, and we experience the connection. Taking control of the moment, turning alpha on me, he rolls us to the side so I’m on my back, looking up at him. Cradling my head, he starts to ever so fucking slowly move his hips in and out of me. I glide my hands up his arms feeling the flex of his triceps, the bulge in his shoulders, and the tension in his back as he tries to keep up his agonizing pace.
He kisses my lips, a light whisper of a press. “I don’t think you’ll ever realize how special you are to me.” His voice drips with sincerity, and in this incredibly moving moment I don’t need to sift through the many snapshots of our interactions over the last few months. It’s all there in his eyes.Love.“This right here, this connection between us,” he kisses my lips again, his tongue passing softly, “I’ve dreamt of this for so long, believing it would never come true, that I would never be able to have this deep connection with you.” He picks up the pace of his hips. “I never thought I’d hear you say those three little words to me.” He runs his nose along my jaw, sending goose bumps up and down my arms. “To hear you sayI love you. . . Fuck, Rory.” He kisses my jaw and moves to my ear where he whispers, “You own me. Every beat of my heart. Every thought in my mind. Each breath of my soul. Every last inch of my body, you fucking own. You own it all. I'm yours, Rory. Yours.”
Out of breath, my mind whirling with how sweet and amazing he is, I arch my back, begging for more, needing release, needing to feel how phenomenal we are together.
“There will never be anyone more special to me—” he thrusts into me, “—more beautiful inside and out—” another thrust, this one harder, “—more fucking perfect for me.” Another thrust, so deep, causing me to hum in pleasure.
