Page 11 of Close Knit

“You ready?”

“Oh, no, I may have to tap out for the rest of the evening,” I blurt. “Your penis is going to impale me.”

He rubs his palm into the back of his head, looking down at the third leg taking up space between us, and says with a boyish grin, “I think we can make it fit.”

“The word you were trying to use was ‘hope,’ mister. Hopewe can make it fit.”

“I’m going to grab a condom, and we can put all of that hope to good use.”

He comes back sans boxers, and I rapidly blink, taking him in. It’s huge. I mean, it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. “The penis has grown!”

“The flattery is appreciated, but maybe you can give my cock a nickname or something instead of calling it by the medical term?”

Heat flares beneath my skin at that term. “Is it killing the mood?”

“Surprisingly not.” He drags the foil in his fingers to his teeth and rips open the condom wrapper. “Nothing could make me want you less right now.”

“Wait,” I say, reaching to brush his hand away. “I’m feeling lucky. I want to try and put your cock in my mouth.” The words are foreign in my mouth, but I revel that his length seems to grow. “You know, if that’s okay with you.”

“Come again?”

“Your cock.”

The corner of his lip lifts, and he steps closer. “Such a filthy word from such a pretty mouth.”

“Cock.” I say it again as if I’m learning a new language.

“So fucking sexy.”

I’ll take that as an invitation. I kneel on the mattress and brace one hand on his toned thigh, the other carefully holding on to him. Despite the fact that this sex god has obviously been inthis position before, I go for it, no longer faking it till I make it, because he clearly likes everything I’ve done so far. I grasp him and lick from base to tip, savoring his warmth, the path of his veins against my tongue before I open my mouth as wide as it can go and lower myself onto him.

Tears pinch my eyes, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t grab at me or push himself further in. He brushes my hair out of my face and places the possessive weight of his hand on the back of my neck as I adjust to him.

“Fuck, sweet girl,” he whispers. The praise ignites my will to keep going. “You can make it hurt too.” I oblige, scraping my teeth against the length of him. His hand clasps around his cock, falling into a steady pattern that I match. “That’s right. So right. You’re doing so good.”

We work into a rhythm together, with his cock hitting the back of my throat, until time whispers past us. I feel powerful and beautiful and sexy having this bit of control over him. Caring for him the way he cared for me. His eyes are rolled back as he doles out encouragement through labored breaths. My mind hums with pleasure when he finally releases his hold on me, withdrawing and kneeling in front of me to seal my lips with a kiss.

“I can’t wait for you any longer.”

“Me either,” I gasp as he stands and lifts me up with him. The faint glow of stars glimmers across the window, casting a low light upon the bed.

He rolls down the condom with one hand before removing my bralette and positioning himself at the edge of the bed.

“Sit,” he says.

“On you?”

“Now.” His shadowy gaze begs beneath his thick lashes. I hold on to his shoulders and settle both of my knees on the bed, feet dangling off the mattress. He supports me by the waist as Ilower myself onto him with an agonizing slowness. The piercing sting of pleasure burns through me as we both adjust to each other. My lungs forget to work with every inch of him. “Fuck,” he groans into my jaw and then presses his brow to mine. “Breathe, sweet girl.”

“I’m trying,” I groan.

“Follow me.” He locks our hands and inhales deeply. I mimic him, falling into sync. The fullness of him inside me is bliss. My hips work slowly over his length. My lips at his forehead, his head in between my breasts, our arms bound around each other. It’s so intimate. We find a rhythm that flows perfectly between us. I’ve only experienced such deep absorption when I’m hours into an audiobook that’s tearing my heart apart, my hands immersed in an unbreakable project. It’s consuming and overwhelming, yet what’s happening to my body is entirely new. My senses sizzle as another wave of need builds. We’re either fucking or making love, I have no idea. All I know is that it’s perfect.

“Just like that, yeah? Just like that,” he says against my lips and tugs me in closer. Our bodies are crushed together by his grip.

Sparks flicker behind my eyelids.

“You’re making me see stars,” I choke out.

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