Page 127 of Nodus Tollens
“That’s not what I mean.” I groaned. “I want… I want you inside me.” My words came out breathy and pained as if I needed him more than my next breath.
His eyes dilated, and his chest puffed out. Even his cheeks filled with air before slowly collapsing with a deep exhale.
“Blue…” He groaned in a voice that was deeper and huskier than normal.
The hands he had on my sides were now making their back down to my hips to, where I subtly gyrated on him. A moment of weakness, but I needed more. I needed him to touch me more.
“I’m ready, Hayes.” I begged as I clawed down his chest and gripped his shirt. I was about two seconds away from ripping it clean off his body until he swiftly pushed himself up so our eyes were in line. Our mouths were centimeters apart, and our hearts were beating as one.
We were so close that I could inhale his breaths.
“You’re sure about this?” Raw heat filled his stare as he searched for any apprehension from me, but he wasn’t going to find any. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him close where the tips of our noses were touching. Our type of intimacy was unique and one of a kind. Head bumps, nose touches, face in the neck. Nothing was more perfect than that. Even now, as much as I wanted something more, this right here was nothing less than magical.
“Yes, I’m more than sure that this is what I want.”
Then, taking his mouth with mine, I showed him just how earth-shattering we could be.
Rough palms connected with my ass and squeezed. My back arched from the brief pain from it, but it soon turned into an intoxicating sensation. One I wanted to feel without the restrictions of our clothing.
I pulled away on a pant and expertly removed his shirt off his body in one quick swoop. Plains of muscles greeted me as my mouth watered from all the dips and curves that covered his chest. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the view, causing Hayes to chuckle.
“Like what you see?” He teased.
Nodding with drool stuck in the corner of my mouth, I swallowed heavily.
“Very much.”
Grinning, he tugged me in closer with the hands he had on my ass. Kneading the flesh, he rained kisses over my face.
“Tell me how bad you want me, Blue.”
Shit. I didn’t know how to dirty talk, but I had a feeling he was more than just good at it. It was always the good, gentlemanly type that had the filthiest mouths.
“I want you.” I said, “So badly, Hayes, it…hurts.” I began to grind down on him, feeling his arousal hit me perfectly.
He halted his kisses and stared hard into my hazy-filled eyes.
“It hurts, Blue? You’re pretty little pussy needs me that bad, doesn’t it?” He groaned.
Oh my.
His hands shifted upward and reached for the bottom of my sweatshirt where he pulled it off me. Only in a sports bra now, he made work of removing that, leaving me completely bare. My nipples puckered even before his mouth, hands, or eyes found them, and when they did, they turned to stone.
“Fuck, Blue…” He swept his eyes over both breasts before placing a kiss on each one. The feel of his soft, wet mouth caused my back to arch. God, I needed more. “I’m gonna kiss these every day.”
“I hope so.” I panted and soon found myself being flipped onto my back, where skilled hands began stripping off my pants. With slow, methodic movements, he tore both fabrics off my bottom half, leaving me a heaving mess of anticipation beneath him. Once I was completely naked, he took his time savoring me. Taking me in, he made sure to leave no part of me untouched by his stare.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful, Blue. So damn beautiful.” He praised as he sat up on his knees and went for his zipper.
Oh god.
Slowly tugging it down, he began to strip. Eyes the size of dinner plates, I watched in awe as his heavy cock came into view. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, could have prepared me for the series of tremors that wrecked my body. Good tremors. Specifically, down in my lower region.
He watched me closely as he chucked his pants to the side and slowly climbed over me. As he did so, I felt the light brush of his cock along my inner thigh, and I tensed. Even though I barely felt it, from what I did feel, it was hard and warm.
It was ready.
Ready for me.
