I nodded, letting my unshaven jaw scuff against the pillowcase. “Good.” Not that I saw myself recouping enough energy to fuck him, but anything was possible. He’d already managed to get me hard once. His oiled-up hands on my skin stood a pretty good chance of doing so again, and I was going to find some kind of energy reserve or something—naked in his bed without having sex? Not a chance.
Rick set the bottle aside. The mattress shifted a little, and then his warm, slippery hands met my shoulders, and yeah, we were definitely going to have to do something about a hard-on at some point. His hands were even better than I’d anticipated. Smooth, warm…strong. I loved the way they glided across my skin, and how he’d carefully work out any tension he found. And, for that matter, created a whole new breed of tension. It was impossible for him to touch me without turning me on, and the more he rubbed, kneaded, massaged my muscles, the more I wanted him.
After a while, he whispered, “May I do more?”
“Yes.” I was too relaxed—and quickly getting way too turned on—to make him explain himself.
“You might be more comfortable with a pillow under your hips.”
Under my—what the hell did he have in mind?
“All right.” I lifted myself up a little, and he handed me a pillow. When I came down, it was definitely more comfortable. I shifted a bit to accommodate my erection, and in doing so, didn’t realize he’d moved too until his lips met the base of my neck.
I gasped. Froze. Goose bumps sprang up all the way down to my toes.
“You all right?” he murmured against my skin.
“Mmhmm.” I squeezed my eyes shut.
Oh, you are so getting fucked this morning. My God, Rick…
He wasn’t in a rush, though. He spent ages kissing the back and sides of my neck. His hand ran up and down my side, over my hip, along my arm, and his body was pressed up against mine, but it was those gentle kisses that held my focus. All the muscles he’d massaged were liquid now, my whole body melting at his touch.
He shifted around again, lifting himself up, and pressed another kiss to the back of my neck. The next was a little lower. Then lower. Still lower.
Kiss by kiss, gaining a fraction of an inch at a time, he followed my spine downward. Nerve endings went crazy. My senses were overloaded, my brain overwhelmed, and if my dick got any harder, I was going to flip over, shove it in his mouth and show him exactly how good he made me feel.
I was so enthralled with what he was doing, it was only when he reached my lower back that I realized what he probably had in mind. And how much I wanted him to.
He nudged my inner thigh, and I parted my legs for him.
And oh God… Yes.
He hadn’t been in a hurry, and he didn’t start now—his tongue was as gentle and lazy as his lips had been on my spine. He kneaded my cheeks with his fingers, and even that felt divine. Relaxing, arousing, hot as hell, and if I hadn’t already been turned on beyond belief, the things he did with his mouth would’ve been more than enough to get me hard as a fucking rock. The tip of his tongue circled just right, and I almost lost my mind.
“Jesus,” I moaned, clutching the edge of the mattress. “That feels—” I gasped. “Oh my God.” So turned on. So dizzy. So— “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Rick stopped, and my breath caught at the sudden absence of his tongue against me. At least until he said, “I’ll get a condom.”
I dug my fingers into the mattress. I tried not to move at all, not when the very act of breathing rubbed my cock against the pillow and nearly made my head explode.
Foil tore, and I glanced over my shoulder. He rolled the condom on, his hands just slightly unsteady.
I settled back on the other pillow, heart pounding. Hurry up, I wanted to order him, but I had just enough rational thought left to murmur, “Go slow. It’s been a while.”
“Will do. Do you want it like this?” He ran a gentle hand up my back. “On your stomach?”
I’d been so caught up in wanting and needing him, I hadn’t even thought clearly enough to figure out a position, or how to get into that position, but now that he mentioned it, this would work. Because then I didn’t have to move. And the thought of him inside me now, fucking me into the mattress until we both came…
“Just…just like this.”
“Okay.” The lube bottle clicked. “This might be a little cool.”
“S’okay.” I closed my eyes. He was right—it was cool, but the warmth of his skin and sheer anticipation more than made up for it. As he gently fingered me, I couldn’t tell whether he was taking his time for my benefit or if he was teasing me. All I knew was he spent for-fucking-ever sliding his fingers in and out—first one, then two—and I couldn’t find enough breath to tell him to just fuck me already. And at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop, because his fingers felt amazing.
“Are you ready for—” He paused. “I mean, can I—”
“Fuck me now.”
He quickly withdrew his fingers. The lube bottle clicked again, and then he moved over the top of me. This position would be a challenge for him, and that made me grin.