Page 82 of One Week Hating You
I laugh. “You’re even sexier.” He is. He’s a little taller, larger, fuller, and rougher around the edges. I don’t see him the same way I used to ten years ago. Back then, I really liked him, enjoyed the way it felt when we kissed, when he touched me. But now, I can’t get enough, I crave him like a drug. It’s primal now, pure lust.
He tugs at the hem of my panties, and drops on his knees behind me as he peels them off, over my booties. “We’ll keep the shoes on,” he says as he takes a big soft bite out of my ass. I jerk with surprise and laugh softly. I turn to him, wanting him naked too.
He drops butterfly kisses on my stomach and hips, and travels slowly to my thighs. I throw back my head, enjoying his mouth on my skin. When he presses it on my sex, I open myself up to him. He flings a leg over his shoulder and slides his tongue down my wetness. I almost faint with pleasure.
But… this is not what we’d planned. It takes all the willpower I have to push him away. “We’re making love, remember?”
He smiles up at me, and leisurely stands and towers over me again. I reach for his leather belt and undo it slowly. He watches me intently, eager. As I pull down his pants, I can see the bulge of his hard-on. As soon as he’s out of his pants, I fall to my knees, peel off his boxers, and take him in my mouth – it’s my turn to tease. He groans softly and rubs his hands in my hair. My messy bun falls apart.
I pull away and stand on the tip of my toes. “We can kiss now,” I tell him. “We’re both naked.”
He presses a hand on my nape and pulls me to him. I can taste myself on his lips. My hands get lost in his thick hair again. His free hand reaches for my ass, and pulls me closer against his erection.
“Let’s go to bed,” I breathe.
“Let’s,” he says softly.
I take his hand and he leads me to the bed. He pulls all the covers off with one swift flick of his arm. All the pillows and cushions go flying.
“There goes kitty,” I joke.
He sits on the edge of the high bed and pulls me on top of him, I wrap my legs around his waist and get lost in his kiss. He trails a hand through my hair, and down my back – shivers travel along my spine. “Why does your touch feel so good?”
He smiles. “Because we have chemistry, you and me… always have.”
I kiss him again, and trail my hands over his arms, studying every curve. His hands are lost on my body too. We’re exploring, getting to know each other again. It’s been so long since we’ve touched like this. He feels different; stronger, more powerful. “Have I changed?” I ask, knowing that I have. I’m fuller, softer. I used to run track in high school and I was super fit.
He kisses the swell of my breast. “You have… for the better,” he mutters. “Curvier.” He trails a finger to the spot between my legs. “And this is different… I like it.”
I know he’s referring to the neatly trimmed landing strip, which was once a bushy triangle. He glides a finger between my folds, and my eyes roll back. My clit is hard and swollen and as soon as he touches it, he sends me to heaven. A series of moans escape me, catching me by surprise – I’ve never been particularly loud in the bedroom.
“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your beautiful eyes.”
I open my eyes and gaze at him, still lost in his touch.
“I want to see your eyes when I make you come,” he says, “like when we were young.”
I’m brought back to the first time I ever climaxed – it was in his hands, lost in his eyes.
My gaze doesn’t leave his as his finger slides expertly against me, making me squirm, ache, and finally moan in pleasure.
As I come to, he still watches me, a naughty grin on his lips. “Beautiful…”
I smile. “You’re beautiful.”
“I want to make love to you,” he says. “Soft and slow. I want to take all night.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He pulls me over him, and we get lost in the cool white sheets. We roll and slide, exploring every inch of each other. I still have the sexy booties on. He slides down my body and unties the laces. “I love these,” he says as he pulls at the shoe, but it won’t budge. “So fucking sexy.”
I laugh. “There’s a zipper at the back,” I tell him.
After much effort, he finally gets my shoe off. He kisses my foot, and sticks his fingers between my toes, knowing that I’m crazy ticklish there. I squirm, giggle like a kid, and beg him to stop.
He does, but then he does it all over again with my other foot, sending me into hysterics.
Before long, the booties are on the floor, and we’re back in each other’s arms. We kiss, we touch, and we get completely lost in each other. There’s no one but the two of us in this world, nothing but this moment. We eventually get all tangled up in the sheets and I find myself buried under his weight. He’s much larger than me but I like the feel of him on top of me. I feel tucked in, protected, cozy in his arms.
