a ring on her tiny finger and babies in her tummy, my babies, little people with dark hair and green eyes.
Fuck slow.
I gently lay her down onto the bed and climb over her. One of my hands run through her dark silky hair while the other explores the length of her body, gently skimming the exposed skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. Damn, she feels like velvet along the tips of my fingers, and I’m having a hard time keeping everything in control as my body moves on top of hers.
“You are slowly killing me, Addison,” I whisper into her mouth as my body slightly trembles.
Her body vibrates with silent laughter beneath me, and she runs her hands under my shirt, skimming my chest with the tips of her nails and travels down my back. My entire body shudders and I exhale all my breath at once.
“That was cruel.” Slow is not a word I can understand if she keeps touching me like that.
I continue to explore her with my lips as I kiss down the line of her jaw, over the pulse thrumming in her neck and nuzzle my nose in the hollow of her throat. She’s wearing some sort of flowery perfume and it has my senses on overdrive, my cock straining painfully against the thick material of my jeans.
“Skin on skin, Damian.” She begins to grasp at my shirt sliding it up my chest with one hand, while her other hand is on the button of my jeans. Frantically trying to undress me, I’m dizzy with desire, all the blood in my body rushing between my legs and I can’t think straight. The word ‘slow’ plays on repeat in what small amount of sense I have left and this is not slow. This is the fast track to raw and wild sex that we’ll both regret the minute it’s over and a minute is likely all it’s going to take at this point.
Securing both of her wrists in my hand, I stretch her arms above the pillow and stare down into her eyes. She stills, and a pained moan escapes her lips.
Gently, her legs wrap around my hips and she locks her ankles behind me, deliberately and methodically rocking her pelvis into mine. For the first time since I was a teenager, I’m one hundred percent positive I’m going to come from dry humping. My dick is rock solid, she’s making a sweet and erotic as hell humming sound in her throat and those green eyes are filled with a hunger I’ve never seen before. Tightening my grip around her delicate wrists, I begin to pull back and try to regain any control I possibly can over the situation.
“Ease up, Baby.” Sliding out of her locked ankles, my fingers play with the hem of her shirt. She’s about to say something when I place a finger on her swollen lips.
“I’m going to very slowly take this off.” Those fucking lips curl up in a sexy grin underneath my finger and I know in that minute I’m hers. Whatever the hell she wants I’ll give her, wherever she goes, I’ll go. My heart officially belongs to her from this day forward. And she’s mine, whether she wants to be or not. She doesn’t get to back out of this.
My hand brushes against the soft skin of her belly as I gradually lift her shirt over her head. Fucking hell, she’s wearing a navy blue bra with some sort of lace rimming the outside.
Slipping the straps down her shoulders and arms, her breasts fall free as I take it all the way off her body and toss it aside. An unexpected growl erupts from my throat as I can’t help but suck her nipple between my lips.
She gasps and begins to once again thrust her hips into me while I worship each of her breasts, my tongue swirling around the hard peak of her nipple. Her ministrations are purposeful, and we’ve found a slow and seductive rhythm as I rock above her, my motions helping her build her own arousal while I desperately try to keep mine in check.
My fingers trace down her side to her waist and over the band of her jeans, resting at the top button.
“I’m taking these off.” My fingers toy with the top button and I stare down into her eyes. “And then I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”