“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to throw caution out of the window and just fuck you.” His words light a fire deep in my belly. I meet his eyes and see the same desire burning in him.
He takes hold of my shorts and drags them down my legs. I step out of them and watch as he tosses them aside. I should be used to being naked in front of him. He saw me naked so many times and in so many positions, but right now it all feels new.
“Eyes up here, Kris. Let me see what’s going on in that beautiful mind.” I smile at his compliment but again my eyes drop as he starts to undo his belt and jeans. They fall to the floor and I see his boxers tenting with his obvious desire.
Garrett still hasn’t touched me except for taking off my clothes. “Get on the bed,” he instructs and my body listens out of habit. I get on and scoot to the middle. When Garrett takes off his boxers, my heart starts to beat at a maddening pace.
He’s naked. Freaking hell, he’s so strikingly gorgeous. Every inch of his body is perfect and when my eyes land on his erection I can’t believe that was in me.
He gets on the bed and crawls over my body. I start to tremble with anticipation. I don’t know what to expect. There was never any foreplay between us. He fucked me and I obeyed, but now it’s different.
Garrett’s hands slip behind my knees and he pulls my legs open to accommodate his larger body. He places a kiss on my stomach and then looks up at me. “If I was the first to see you like this, then I’ll be the first to do this?” I’m about to ask what he’s talking about when his face disappears between my legs. I feel his tongue press against me, and then he licks.
“Oh!” My back arches up and my body shudders at the foreign feeling of pleasure. He places on arm over my stomach and presses down, keeping me locked in place. He licks me again while he enters a finger into me. His finger thrusts in a few times. He spreads me wide open and licks me once more. Then he sucks the bundle of sensitive nerves. The sensation is too much and I grab his hair to try and pull him away. “Garrett,” I breathe his name, wanting to beg him to make the ache go away.
“That’s it, Kris. Keep saying my name. When you come, I want you to scream my name.”
He fills me with two fingers and starts to move his hand harder. Every time he slams his palm against me, I feel like I’m going to explode from pleasure. I need more. “Harder,” I whisper between racing breaths. “Fuck me harder with your hand.”
With a growl erupting from his chest, he raises himself above me and starts to move his hand faster and harder. “Come for me, Kris. Come over my fingers.” His voice is hoarse, sending ripples of pleasure dancing over my heated skin.
I start to move my hips, rubbing as hard as I can against him. His other hand slips behind my neck and he lies half on the bed, half on me, pressing his erection into my thigh. He yanks my face to his and then his mouth devours me, just as my body tenses. I moan into the heat of his mouth as ripples of pleasure ravage me.
I’m still coming down from the orgasm when he covers my body totally with his. “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he says and I can hardly believe it. “No one turns me on like you.”
“Me too,” I flush, admitting this to him. “I mean I haven’t wanted to be with anyone.”
His eyes burn hot into mine as he presses his hard length against me. “You know what I want to hear,” he growls.
“I want you,” I whisper the words he always waited for before taking me.
He takes hold of his erection and rubs it around my sensitive bud. I grab hold of his ass, trying to guide him. I want him in me so badly I can cry. But he doesn’t relent. He keeps rubbing circles and then he slips only the tip in. Just as I think he’s going to thrust in, he pulls out and makes my body quiver from sensory overload. I start to move my hips, grinding shamelessly against him.
“That’s it, Kris. Take what you want,” he breathes hard. The passion on his face, the tender way he looks at me is almost overwhelming. It’s the first time he shows me how much he wants me. He never did that before.
I can’t stand the torture anymore and for the first time ever I take control. I push hard against him with my whole body until he’s the one flat on his back. I take his erection in my hand and position myself over him. I sink down on him, taking all of him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growls. His hands caress my skin as he moves them from my hips until he’s cupping my breasts. I lean back, placing my hands on his powerful thighs and I start to move up and down slowly at first. I press my breasts harder into his hands.