go slowly, threading his belt through the belt buckle, anticipating him grabbing my hands and urging me away from him, but he doesn’t. He pants like he’s run a marathon as I pull him free and shove his jeans and boxer briefs down until they get stuck on his thighs. It gives me enough access, and really that’s all I need.
“Simone,” he groans when I stroke up his length, using my other hand to cup his heavy sac.
God, this man is so damn virile, the heat of his skin cooling under my wet touch.
I shift my body. Coming to rest on my knees, but being the helpful soul that he is, he presses his palms to the wall, leaning his body over me.
I can’t gather the restraint to tease him the way he did me, but he isn’t complaining when I lick the tip of him, tasting his desire for the first time in what feels like forever.
“Jesus,” he hisses, his wet palms squeaking on the tiles above my head. “I’ve missed your mouth.”
I grin around him, mouthing the head of his cock before licking down the underside.
“Please, suck it” he pants, and I grin again at his immodest way of demanding more.
I lower my head, giving him exactly what he needs, gaining determination when one of his hands tangles in my hair. My eyes burn from the invasion, but I fucking love it. I’m obsessed with the way his hips rock forward, captivated by the sounds grumbling from his throat. I’m fixated on the way he holds my head without making me feel like it would be impossible to pull away if I change my mind.
But most of all, I’m throbbing in my core when he warns me that he’s about to come. I don’t pull away. I never do, but just like always, his hand falls away, cupping my jaw instead of gripping my head because he’s letting me make the decision. I grip his balls, applying slight pressure as he comes, and I swallow every damn drop with a sparkle in my eyes and a smile on my lips.
Chapter 31
Rocker
“Have I told you how absolutely irresistible you are?”
Simone shifts on my chest, her body jolting with a husky laugh.
“Until last night, you seem to have been doing fine.” My fingers sift through her hair, and I want to groan with the thought that eventually we’re going to have to get out of this damn bed. “Is this where you tell me you regret it, and you’ve changed your mind?”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes at the sheer ridiculousness of her words.
“I was just thinking about my plans to take things slow with you.”
“Slow has never really been our thing,” she reminds me, her warm breath traveling over my skin, an unintended seduction.
“And that’s why I think it’s important.”
“Think or thought?”
I grin, ecstatic that she’s pushing for more. The only problem is that sex has never been a problem for us. The chemistry is off the damn charts, more so now than ever before, and that’s saying something since we were electric before she got pregnant.
We can do sex very well, but I hope to try to build a future with this woman, not just ravage her whenever the mood strikes. I’ve never had a serious relationship, and I don’t know if you can build something that lasts when the foundation is primarily sex.
“Think,” I answer.
“You don’t sound very sure.”
“We need more to us than sex.”
“We’re cuddling. I like the cuddling.”
I hold her tighter, trying to ignore the fact that I can feel the heat between her legs as she presses against me. Flipping her over on her back and making her moan doesn’t really fit well into my declaration of slowing things down, but my cock to brain connection goes haywire around her.
“You make the best omelets for me in the mornings.”
“I’ve never made you an omelet,” I argue.
“But you’re starting today because you know I love them.” I feel her smile against my chest.
“I’m starting today,” I agree. “What else?”
“You help put nursery furniture together.”
“I do?”
“Of course, and you rub my feet while not complaining while we watch sappy movies.”
“Okay. And what do you do for me?”
Silence fills the room around us, and I’m gearing myself up to be disappointed because she’s about to prove my point.
“Can’t think of anything not sex-related?”
She pulls back, her small hands on my chest as she looks down at me.