“Does this mean you want to swap beds?”
I smiled against him, my head tucked beneath his chin. “Your room is nicer, too. The sun doesn’t beat through the windows first thing in the morning. And I’m pretty sure the air hits here first before the back of the house.”
“So…are you suggesting we swap rooms?”
“It might just be easier if we share. Ya know? Less hassle.”
His body shook with silent mirth. “Roomies sharing a room. Sounds messy.”
“Ah, Holden. What are you so scared about? We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, we will,” was the last thing he said before we both succumbed to sleep, as if our bodies refused to surrender until we were back in each other’s arms.
I’d slept so well it felt like I only blinked.
Careful movement woke me up, and when my sight adjusted to the soft morning light filtering in through the blinds, I was able to focus on the set of dark-green eyes in front of me. I reached up, ran my fingertips over the spatter of facial hair that decorated his face, and smiled. “Morning.”
“Morning, beautiful. Sleep good?”
“Yeah, did you?”
“You were in my bed…of course I did.”
I melted at his compliment, and the sight of his first smile of the day nearly did me in. “I really want you to kiss me right now.”
“Yeah?” he asked and slowly dropped his mouth to mine.
It started out sweet, probably meant to test the waters, but I had no patience for that. Between my caressing and groping, moans, and twisting my legs around his, I made it obvious what I wanted, and when he finally dropped his hand to my thigh, I almost shouted in praise.
There was just one minor problem. We still had clothes on, and he wasn’t taking the initiative to remove them. I realized if I wanted it, I would have to go after it. So, without taking my mouth off his, I hooked my thumb inside the waistband of my panties and slid them over my hips. I didn’t get far before Holden must’ve realized what I was in the middle of; that’s when he took over and eagerly yanked them the rest of the way down my legs.
With a burst of confidence, I pushed myself up to lean over him, forcing him flat on his back. I didn’t waste a single second—or give him a chance to intervene—while I straddled his waist. I pressed my hands against his firm pecs, sat up straight, and kept my eyes on his. The only time I broke the hungry stare was when I drew my shirt over my head to toss it on the floor, leaving myself completely bare on his lap.
His face heated, and his breathing became labored while he clearly fought himself for control.
Feeling his dick grow impossibly harder and bigger beneath me, I ran my finger down the center of his chest, and in the sexiest voice I could muster without making a fool of myself, I said, “I want to ride your cock and use it as my own personal dildo until I’ve come so many times I can’t think straight.”
Without hesitation, he lifted his hips and shimmied his boxers down, and then I reached behind me to finish taking them off without removing myself from his lap. I wanted to maintain control, to take matters into my own hands before I lost my nerve. Steadying myself, I took hold of his hardened shaft, lined him up with my entrance, and then slowly lowered my knees as I sank down onto him.
We both hummed at the same time, more than likely experiencing the same euphoria. My head fell back, the loose strands from my ponytail draping along my spine. I worked myself up and down his cock while balancing myself with my palms splayed on his bare abdomen.
“Baby…I need you to move faster.” His hoarse voice did something to me I didn’t expect, reached inside and touched places I never knew existed. “This is torture.”
I dropped my chin and met his impassioned gaze. Ignoring his pleas of desperation, I seductively moaned while grinding my pubic bone against his, creating friction along my clit. I licked my lips and took a few breaths, trying to curb my appetite, to draw it out. “It’s like your dick is made for me, made to reach that perfect spot inside, and I’m not ready to stop. I don’t know when I’ll ever feel this again, so I’m not stopping.”
His fingers dug into the tender area over my hips as he attempted to gain dominance over me and entice me to move quicker. “If you stop torturing me, I’ll make you feel it every night. I’ll hit that spot anytime you want me to. But, Janelle…baby, you have to move. I can’t handle it.”
“This feels so good,” I practically moaned, my eyes on the verge of rolling into the back of my head.
With his hold on me, he started to speed up my movements, and then lifted his hips to meet me thrust for thrust. “You’re driving me crazy, Janelle. For God’s sake, do something. Or I’ll take over and fuck you into tomorrow.”
I stuck my fingers into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around the middle two, making eye contact with him to ensure he watched me. Once I had them wet enough, I pulled them past my lips with a pop and skirted them over my breasts, toying with one nipple, and then I skimmed them down my belly and circled my clit while he continued to try to top me from the bottom.
In an instant, he sat up and held me to him, his face breaths apart from mine, our bodies completely still other than our chests heaving between us. “I know you’re enjoying this, but I need you.” He toyed with my bottom lip, gently biting it and then slowly dragging it out. “I need you so bad.”
“If I only get this once, I want to make sure I get the most out of it. I have no desire to rush this.”
I was in his lap one second, and then on my back the next. In some quick, magician-like maneuver, he switched positions until he hovered over me with my shoulders, neck, and head extending past the end of the mattress. His large hand held me in place by the crook of my neck where he gripped me so hard his fingertips dug into the muscle above my shoulder blade. “I don’t know where you got the idea that this will only happen once, but you couldn’t be more wrong.” He punctuated each promised word with a deep thrust.
My back arched naturally, which gave him the perfect angle to hit the right spot. And it didn’t take me long to realize that this position gave me an even bigger advantage. I’d never thought the pleasure could increase, but it did. Every push, every pull, hit it, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Needing to secure myself and ensure I wouldn’t fall off the bed, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist with one hand and reached out to grab ahold of his other arm next to me. Between the angle of my overextended throat and the force in which he drove into me, I was unable to make a sound.
“You feel so good, Janelle. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to quit you.”