him over me. I can’t help how turned on I am though, my center is tightening and my pussy grows impossibly wet. A small whimper breaks from my throat as Blaine draws back slightly, his lips tilting into a smile.
“What’s wrong, Honey Bunny?” he teases, nipping my bottom lip.
“Nothing’s wrong.” I shiver as he rocks against my center that is only separated from him by the silk of my shorts. I squeak realizing that he’s naked. Oh man, if Blaine starts sleeping naked I’m so screwed … literally. My hands greedily run over his abs and muscles and it’s his turn to groan as I wiggle against him further trying to get him to be the one that breaks.
“Keep moving like that and you’re going to get exactly what you’re asking for,” he growls softly.
“Good,” I whisper as his lips brush mine.
I think that was all the encouragement the man needed, because I’m flipped easily as I arch my back, his hands pulling my hips so my ass presses right against his hard dick. He tugs down the silk and poises himself right at my entrance, pushing in as I let out a soft moan.
“Fuck you did want this, Sloane, you are fucking drenched.” He growls in approval.
“Told you.” I whimper as his hand tightens around my hair making me break out in shivers.
Blaine’s pace is tortuously slow but it feels amazing as his cock hits places in me that I didn’t even fucking realize existed. Fuck. Sex with him is so unpredictable, like in the dressing room compared to this slow, deep pace now—it’s day and night. Both amazing though and I moan out his name, his pace slow and steady, like a deep fucking tissue massage that has me growing even more wet, my climax slowly building as I feel his fingers on my breasts and then my clit, causing my eyes to flutter shut. He’s taking his time with me and I can feel his lips on every part of my back and neck as he smooths his rough hand along my ass.
This feels like … well, shit it feels like he’s making love to me. Worshipping every inch of my body, especially when he flips me so that he’s caging me, his hips still working their slow, deep pace as I feel my skin flush, his gaze completely taking over my vision.
“Blaine.” I feel my body clench. “Please move faster.”
He runs his nose along my neck, nipping my collar bone in response as he speaks, “I don’t want to miss a moment of this, Sloane. You are so fucking beautiful, I could spend all day inside of you and it wouldn’t be enough.”
My eyes tear up as pleasure rolls through me and I bite my nails into his shoulders. “Blaine, I—” I pause because I know this could either enhance or ruin the moment but I fucking go for it because something tells me that now is the time to get this shit out in the open before the insanity of this situation takes over. None of us knows what’s going to happen or how this is going to end.
“I love you.”
Blaine’s eyes darken as he pulls back examining my face with rapture. Then his lips press to mine at a demanding pace that has me clawing against his back, his length almost overwhelmingly buried so deep inside of me.
“I love you so much, Sloane,” he whispers, his voice rough. “I’ve been wanting to tell you but I’ve never said that to anyone else, not like this.”
Instead of answering I kiss him back, rolling my hips as he groans, his arms shaking with tension. “Sloane, I am trying so fucking hard to take this slow and keep it romantic but if you keep moving like that, I am going to lose it.”
I laugh softly and clasp his face. “I appreciate that, baby, but I am perfectly in love with how you like to fuck me normally.”
His eyes darken as he smirks. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I moan as he pulls back and plunges in harder making my back arch.
“Well I would never want to deny you what you want,” he growls, and then I really get what I fucking asked for. I let out a cry as the man begins to fuck me into the bed, my nails clawing at his back and totally leaving marks. I can feel his teeth marking up my neck and all I can do is expose my neck further as he slides in