I clamped my legs around his waist and flipped him beneath me so I could reciprocate in kind. I spread the icing over his cock and drizzled crumbs up his six pack, first sucking him off, then dragging my tongue to pick up the scattered cake along his taut skin.
Blake’s moans echoed throughout the room, fueling me further. With a growl, he tossed me on my back, hunger radiating from his eyes. He took what was left and smeared it over my belly, rubbing it onto my clit, and then his mouth was on me again, licking and nibbling me into oblivion. When he spread me open and found the sweet spot at the apex of my thighs, I cried out, the sensations too much to hold on to. Blake sucked up every last drop before holding my knees apart and pushing his glistening cock inside of me.
Our slick bodies moved with force and determination. Instead of the slow and tender love making we’d done a few hours ago, this was insatiable—fucking, needy, and ravenous. I didn’t know who was more intent on proving they needed the other more, but with each push and pull, I suspected we were both on equal measure.
Blake leaned back on his heels, pulling me with him to settle over his lap. Fondling my breast in one hand, he guided my hip with the other, grinding and rolling while his tongue hungrily invaded my mouth. I followed his lead, moving how he liked, clenching the walls of my sex so it dragged along his steely erection. He penetrated so much deeper that way. Every time I lowered myself, he touched a new place, further inside me, closer to my heart, obliterating another piece of the wall that surrounded it.
Our panting breaths filled the room. The feel of his muscles wrapped securely around me, his tight core gliding against my belly as he sucked on the soft exposed skin of my neck, sent tingles racing over my flesh. The buildup consumed me until it was too much. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, he did the same to my waist, and we came together, squeezing as though we wanted to mesh into one another and truly become one being.
My release pulsed around him, mingling with the hot flood of his. Then Blake took my mouth, hanging onto me tight, and scooped my breath into his lungs. We stayed like that, joined at the hips for a long time, kissing slow and steady as our breathing evened out.
Blake looked to the window and rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I giggled as he rolled again, sending us off the bed and to our feet. “Stay there.” He ran to the bathroom, and I stared at his tight ass. He quickly reappeared covered in a fluffy white robe, and I couldn’t help but be disappointed.
He smiled at my pout and held open the matching set. “Put this on. We’ll wash up after. We need to hurry.”
I slipped my arms through the soft sleeves, and he brought his arms around my middle to fasten the strap around my waist.
Back in the naughty elevator, we exited onto the roof once again as a rosy hue started to peek out from beneath the earth. Blake secured two mugs of coffee from the station, and we settled on a lounger with the perfect view of the sunrise.
I drew my knees up, and he straddled me from behind, allowing me to rest back on his chest as an array of vibrant colors poked out of the sky. During my sleepless nights, I’d seen many a sunrise, but none were as beautiful as this one. Usually, they left me feeling abnormal and helpless—highlighting the fact I was still awake while the world slept, watching different hues bleed together as I stared blankly through a veil of tears.
But this time was different.
Maybe it was the company or the change in circumstances or maybe the change in me. Whatever it was, I was grateful for it, and I was grateful for the man sitting behind me, staring off into the horizon.
Blake took a few pictures of the colorful sky and then turned the camera so it faced us. “Smile.” He snapped. After a moment, he spoke from behind me, still looking past my shoulder. “Spend Thanksgiving with me, Eva. I’ll take you to the parade, and then you can eat some turkey with my family.”
I turned my head to look at him. “Yeah? You don’t think it’s too soon?” Truthfully, I was ecstatic at the prospect of not having to go home. But I didn’t want to rush things.
Blake cocked his head, his eyebrows squishing together. “Too soon for what? You’re not going anywhere, so we might as well just bite the bullet. Besides, I don’t want to be away from you anymore.”
A slow smile crept across my lips. “I don’t want to be away from you anymore either.”
“So you’ll come?” He seemed as though he’d stopped breathing and was hanging by a thread waiting for my reaction.
I bit my lip, knowing how important holidays were to my family and how long it’d been since they’d seen me. “My parents won’t be too happy about it, but sure, I’ll come.”