taste and the feel of him. His breath and mine are the same and for some reason it feels like it’s been forever and a day since we were like this. Our tongues duel and my fingers in his hair. His are meanwhile slipping beneath my tee, pressing into my back, urging me closer. The sensible thing is to straddle him. To get us lined up in all the ways that matter. Physically at least. I’m done with doubt and despair. We’re going to work this out one way or another. Right now we just need to be together. He strokes my back, my shoulders, my neck. It seems like his hands are everywhere, settling me alight. Meanwhile, the growing hardness in his pants is fast turning into nirvana against my sadly clad crotch.
Who even invented clothing? What a loser.
“What do you want?” he says, voice harsh and urgent.
“You.”
The smile he gives me. It just might be my new favorite. So hot and hungry. “Get undressed, beloved.”
Best damn idea ever. And I nod because I’m not an idiot when it matters. However, I do need him to steady my hips as I attempt to stand and tear off my top and bra at the same time. Multitasking in this sort of situation is a trial. Especially once hormones and urgency come out to play. Everything needs to be faster, quicker, now. Not to say making love slow and gentle isn’t nice and sweet. We should definitely do it later. Though fucking definitely has a time and a place. Like here and now.
Our fumbling urgent hands are all over each other. With Beck, being the perfect gentleman, ripping open the button on my jeans and so on. Both jeans and underwear are soon being dragged down my legs. In a feat of great dexterity, I step out of them without falling on my ass. Yes. Naked. Only there’s a problem.
“You’re fully clothed,” I push his jacket off his shoulders.
“Right.”
He stands up, his jacket thrown in one direction, his tee going another. Then there’s that grin again. It’s a delightful mix of lecherous and love. Makes my tummy turn over and my knees go weak. I can’t not cover his face in kisses when he looks at me like that. Impossible. So we’re making out and trying to get him undressed at the same time, which is a little haphazard. And all the while my heart is pounding inside my chest so hard I could swear it echoes throughout the house.
Our fingers clash at the buckle of his belt, but I take over. Since he’s so set on soul kissing me, I attempt to deal with his pants situation. Just as well given he’s also busy playing with my breasts. He’s pinching and kneading them in the best way possible, making me a wet squirming mess. I grab hold of his cock, pumping him with a twist, rubbing the pad of my thumb over and around the head of his shaft. It’s perfect, how his skin feels like velvet. How hot and alive he is in my hand. His dick swelling and hardening further. The need in him only excites me more. The knot in my pelvis drawing tighter and tighter. I’m wet and swollen between my legs, more than ready and we’ve barely begun.
This must be love…being so desperate for each other you could die, needing the physical and emotional connection more than you need your next breath. But also being willing to work at it and not give up. Being in love, loving someone, would have to be the most dizzying, terrifying, and thrilling thing to ever happen to me.
I think love is big and complicated and all encompassing.
I also think I need to ride him like a pony.
With his jeans shoved far enough down, I helpfully push him back onto the couch and climb onto his lap. Life is full of potentially embarrassing moments. That my inner thighs are already wet with my juices. That bits of me wobble. That someone could come up the stairs. But fuck that shit. Life is first and foremost to be lived.
“You need anything?” he asks, gaze dark and thrilling.
I just shake my heads. Words are beyond me.
Then he grabs my hips, guiding me. Though it’s not exactly necessary. His dick is large, upright, and demanding attention. It’s not like I can miss it. I leave one hand on his shoulder for balance, using the other to guide him into me. And oh