Pretty Sweet - Christina Lee Page 0,100

emotion, imagining that we might’ve never had this again. All week long I’d been moping, driving the guys at work crazy. I’d felt so mad at myself and pretty lost without him.

I slowed down, feathering my fingertips over his temple, cheekbone, then down to the outline of his puffy lips, taking him in as he looked up at me in wonder.

“It’s like a dream, having you in my bed again.” My voice sounded hoarse as I kept myself in check. “I wasn’t sure… I didn’t know…”

“Shh… I knew. Just needed time. And you gave it to me. Now come here.” He gathered my face in his hands and kissed me breathless.

I cleared my throat as I drew back and noted that his cock was as stiff as mine. “Wanna touch you.”

“Please,” he begged, his whole body seeming to thrum in anticipation.

Angling downward, I licked the sensitive skin right beneath his ear before moving in a path toward his throat, then lower to each of his collarbones as he trembled and clutched at my shoulders.

“Okay?” I asked before flicking my tongue against one of his stiffened nipples.

He whimpered in response, his chest already a bloom of color, and I loved how pretty his skin looked when flushed. His scent and sounds only added to my arousal as my stiff cock poked against his thigh.

I licked a stripe across the light line of hair on his abdomen, then dipped my tongue in his belly button, which made him squirm. I smiled against his skin as my tongue followed the rise of his hip bone, then down to where thigh met groin. When I buried my nose in the small nest of dark hair, he groaned, his fingertips digging into my scalp. “Jake.”

My hand closed around his sac as I slid the tip of his cock in my mouth. I hummed as his precome coated my tongue. Had someone told me a year ago that the taste of my boyfriend’s spunk might become one of my favorite things, I wouldn’t have believed them.

“Oh, God. Yes,” Seth hissed as his hips bucked upward, and I took more of him between my lips, my tongue working in circles around his shaft.

Before we got too carried away and I came all over myself, I pulled off and reached for the lube. He panted softly as he watched me wet my fingers.

When he gripped the underside of his knees and boldly lifted his legs, exposing his perfect pink hole, I groaned low in my throat. “Fuck, sweetheart. So pretty.” I pushed a finger inside, then added another, marveling at how velvety tight he felt. I clenched my teeth, imagining my cock stretching his hole in another minute. Fuck.

Impatient, Seth let out a little growl and rutted against my hand. “Want you so much.”

Removing my fingers, I rolled on a condom and lubed my shaft. I lined up my cock to his hole and met his steady gaze. When his eyes softened and he mouthed I love you, my chest throbbed. Turning my head, I planted a soft kiss to the underside of his knee, then on his knuckles. “Love you too.”

He gasped as I breached the rim and pressed inside. “Christ, so fucking good.”

I paused to steady my breath, then pushed forward in shallow thrusts, watching closely as Seth moaned, his eyes blissed out, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees. “All right?”

“More.” He rocked forward, urging me on, so I gave back in kind, adjusting my hands to his thighs and plunging inside him in a demanding tempo.

“This what you need, baby?” I asked in a gravelly voice, already skating on the edge but wanting to make him feel just as good.

“Yessss,” he hissed, gripping his shaft and stroking in time. Seth sobbed and pleaded, his mouth shiny from biting his lips, his cheeks rosy pink, as my groin slapped against his skin.

My climax spread through me like wildfire as Seth shuddered and gushed his seed all over his stomach. A hoarse cry ripped from my mouth, my thrusts choppy, my cock throbbing and pulsing as my jizz spurted inside him.

I slumped forward to rest my forehead on his chest as his fingers burrowed in my hair, his pants heavy against my scalp.

When we finally caught our breath, I slipped my softened shaft out, disposed of the condom, then wrapped him inside my arms.

The right words wouldn’t come right then for how profoundly happy I was feeling, like someone had cracked me open and