Page 85 of Clean Point

He nodded again.

And I couldn’t help myself as I placed the glass on the carpet floor, twisting around to face him. My left hand stretched across to his face, fingers tracing his rough jaw as I pulled his face toward mine. My lips found his, and I kissed him softly, my lips moving against his. I pulled away from him, taking a few millimetres of space, just enough to lift my gaze to meet his. His eyes were lighter, the storm settled.

‘That’s for not doing anything stupid.’

His answer was a hand tangled in my wavy hair, his fingers pulling me crashing back to him, his lips moving urgently against mine with need. My body melted into his as I swung a leg over his lap so I was sat on top of him, his head cradled in my palms. His other hand found my ass, squeezing and pulling me roughly against him.

His lips against mine, my hand on his jaw, the other travelling down and pulling at the edge of his T-shirt, needing more contact. Needing skin. I rocked against him, feeling his thickness pressing between my legs. I couldn’t stop myself as I ground down harder, feeling how perfect he felt against my centre. A moan escaped my lips, and I felt his mouth turn into a grin against mine.

His hand on my ass held me down as I ground again, keeping me hard against him. I moaned again, unable to stop myself. A blush burned on my cheeks, realizing how loud I was being. He pressed again, drawing another noise from me. I buried my head into the space where the wave of his muscled shoulder met his neck, my teeth nibbling lightly against the skin, muffling myself to stop the noise.

His hand on my hair pulled gently so that my head moved back, and my eyes met his again. There was no room for question when he spoke. ‘I fucking love the noises you make. It drives me wild. Be loud. Don’t you dare hide them away.’

With his eyes on mine, he guided my hips down across his length, watching me as my eyes rolled back. I moaned again, loudly this time, losing myself against him.

‘Good girl. Just like that.’ Warmth radiated up at me under the smug curve of his lips, the satisfied gleam in his eyes. ‘Do it again.’

His hips rolled up to meet mine. I moaned again, no longer holding myself back from him. Eventually, he lost his T-shirt, and I lost mine, my hands hauling it off, desperate to feel him against my skin. Chest to chest. My fingers running down his back, tracing his spine, nails digging into the skin as he continued to elicit all sorts of noises from me.

All at once I’d had enough, needing more and too tempted by the promise of the bulge I felt straining against his shorts. I pushed up to my feet, leaving him looking dishevelled, topless with his hair all out of place from my hands, his face full of the same unhinged desperation I felt.

I dropped to my knees, my hand instantly finding the buttons of his shorts, pulling the fly open, fingers pulling at the edges. ‘Take them off,’ I demanded with a hungry smile.

A small laugh escaped him before he did what I said, his hands pushing the material from his raised hips, sliding them down his legs. My hands found his, pulling them the rest of the way. He moved to his briefs, his thumbs tucking under the black Calvin Kleins. But I stopped him.

‘Let me,’ I said on a breath, wanting the delicious privilege of unwrapping him. His smile was a lopsided thing, almost awestruck from seeing me on my knees in front of him.

My hands replaced his, toying with the black elastic, slipping under and feeling the delicate, soft skin where his sculpted stomach met his waist, rolling over the strong bone of his hips. I hooked my fingers and dragged the material down. Slowly. Carefully. Tanned skin gave way to inches of hard, thick flesh. Once free, it sprung back, hitting his belly button.

I swallowed involuntarily, eyes racking up his length. It was a struggle to concentrate on the rest of my task, but I pulled his briefs over his muscular thighs, over the fresh scar on his knee. Then I met his eyes with a grin, and enthusiastically tossed them across the room.

My fingers went to his knee, running to the top of the long red scar. He flinched as I grazed the top of it, and I almost jumped back myself.

‘Sorry!’ The apology fell out of me as I looked back at him. ‘Does that still hurt?’

‘No.’ He shook his head before the lump in his throat bobbed as he swallowed. Despite clearing his throat, his voice still had a hoarse edge when he spoke. ‘You caught me by surprise.’

‘Is it okay if I touch it?’ His only answer was a silent nod, a comforting smile, and a heated gaze. I leaned forward, my lips coming to the top of the scar, and I kissed, leaving a trail down the length of the healed skin. This scar allowed him to be here. It was the reason we eventually met each other. It brought him to me.

His breathing turned deep, the rise and fall of his chest growing, his fingers softening in my hair as if to comfort me. I met his gaze again, checking that he was still okay with this. His expression was so full of awe, so soft. I didn’t think I’d ever felt that special to somebody.

My attention returned as I licked and sucked and kissed my way from his knee, up the inside of his thigh, tracing the thick curve and dip of muscle, all the way to the monster standing at attention in between his legs.

His eyes tracked my every move. Watched as I wrapped my hand around his cock, as I ran my tongue up the length, tasted him like he had tasted me. I kept my eyes on him too, watched arousal wash over him, and saw the moment all control slipped from him as I ran my lips and tongue along his length.

‘Do you like that?’ I asked as if I didn’t already know, teasing and keeping him on the edge. His head fell back, and a breathless moan escaped him as I tried to work my mouth downward, sucking and bobbing, determined to take as much as I could.

His hand rested on my head, knotting in my hair as he used it as leverage, helping me to keep a rhythm and encouraging me to take him deeper. I ignored the tears rising to my eyes, turned mindless with the one sole task at hand, desperate for more of his cock in my mouth, wanting to match that pleasure he had given me.

His hips started to move, his grip in my hair turning tighter as he began to fuck my mouth. I moaned around him, clenching my own thighs together as I grew hungry and impatient for my own pleasure.

‘Look at you,’ he said, his hips bucking, my hand at the base as he reached the back of my throat. ‘So pretty choking on me.’

He delicately brushed the curls of my hair that had slipped into my face, moving them away and taking them in his other hand. His fingers returned to my cheek, wiping away tears that had escaped me.

‘Look at me.’ My eyes met his, and that astonished look was erased from his face. ‘Can I fuck that pretty mouth? Will you be still for me, my love?’

His touch was so soft as I pulled back, preparing myself and switching gears. Then I nodded.

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