Page 74 of When You Stayed
It seemed he was done playing as he adjusted his position until he was between my legs, and then with a swift tug his mouth was on me.
His tongue slid through my center and deep groans of approval echoed through his chest. My fingers slid into his hair as I did exactly as he instructed and began to fuck his face.
The sounds in the room were sloppy and wet as he sucked and licked me without abandon. He had fully let go of something as he pushed my thighs back and dove into my center with eagerness. His ministrations began a fury of need and desire building within me. I was a reckless creature, dying for more.
I clawed at his hair, drug him closer, and rocked my hips against his face.
Even my begging was filthy. “Are you as wet as me, Ford? Can I taste you like you’re tasting me?”
He groaned in reply but hadn’t let up from sucking my clit into his mouth.
I ground against his face even harder. “Wanna feel you, have you stuff me with your cock. Please, Ford.OhmyGod. I’m going to come.”
I was crying. Actual tears were about to flow from my eyes as his mouth refused to let up.
Until it was too much, and my thighs clenched around his face, trapping him with his mouth attached to my cunt and my orgasm spilling on his tongue. The stars dancing behind my eyes, the way he held me, the sounds he made. I loved how desperate he was for me. It added to how badly I had come against him.
He gently gave a few more swipes of his tongue before sucking, and then he was moving.
No one had ever tasted me and then kissed me. It was more than that though, Ford’s hand came to my jaw while he stared down at me in reverence.
“Open your mouth, Royce.”
Staring up at him, I did as he said. Then I watched in shock as he spat directly into my mouth.
No, he spat myreleaseinto my mouth.
“Swallow.” His hand moved to my throat, where he could feel my compliance.
His heaving chest nearly brushed mine as he explained, “That’s your punishment for talking like that while I was eating you out. You made me cum inside my boxers, so you get to swallow your release. Next time you talk to me in such a filthy fashion and I’m not in a position to—what is it you said?” He tilted his head like he was remembering. “Stuff you with my cock? You’re going to taste your punishment.”
Heat shot through my core. My hips bucked, and I suddenly wanted to feel how messy he’d become. I wanted to taste him.
“Why not have me clean you up?” I asked demurely.
His eyes went wide for two seconds before he acted like I hadn’t taken him by surprise.
“That what you want?”
“You made a mess of me. It’s only fair I see the mess I made of you.”
His small laugh made his stomach dip. I could see it by the way his muscles contracted.
“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?”
I shifted, so that I was leaving the bed. I slid my thong down my legs and left it on the floor, and then I did the same with my shirt.
I stood naked in front of him.
“I’ll sleep in one of your shirts.”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I began crawling back onto the bed on my hands and knees. “I want you. All of you. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. No need to be careful with me. I don’t want to wait.”
He gripped my chin and held it firm. “We fuck once, and it’s as good as havin’ a fucking ring on your finger, Rose. You’re mine for always. I won’t ever share you with another.”
Sometimes his words landed like warm rocks in the bottom of my stomach. Soothing but dangerous, and terrifying. Staring up at him, I gently brushed the few dark pieces of hair away from his brow, and saw something gentle and tender. Something that made my heart pinch tight as if it’d been caught in a snare, and I couldn’t get free.
