Page 31 of The Plan
His hands move and I break my eyes from his, watching intently as he lowers the fabric and kicks them off.
“Now,” is the only word I can get out, because oh my fucking God!
Blake takes my instruction seriously and in seconds, my knickers are joining his clothes on the floor and he’s between my legs.
I feel him teasing my entrance but instead of thrusting inside me like I was expecting, he reaches forward and grabs the back of my neck so he can pull me in to kiss him. It goes on forever while his other hand gets me ready for what’s to come.
When he pulls back, his eyes are dark and hooded and he has a small smile on his face. That soon changes when he looks down to where we’re about to be connected. His eyes come back to mine, his smile gone. “I don’t have a condom. I’m clean.”
“Me too, and I’m on the pill.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, wasting no time in lining up with me.
The second I feel him start to push in, my arms give way and I lie back on the table. He continues pushing until he’s as deep as he can go. It’s slightly uncomfortable after so long, but so fucking good.
I pull my eyes open and find him stood with his shut and his head thrown back. All the muscles in his neck are pulled tight. I’m not sure if he’s restraining himself from going too fast or trying to keep it together. Either way, it’s a delicious sight, and I caused it, whatever his reaction right now.
After a few seconds, he seems to right himself and he looks down at me.
“Okay?” he mouths, and I nod in response.
His grip on my hips tightens as he pulls almost all the way out of me before sliding right back in.
“Oh God, so good,” I mutter when he hits me deep, making lights flash behind my eyes.
I force my eyes open so I can look at him. I don’t want to miss this. One look at his body, all his muscles pulled tight, and I know it’s an image that I’m going to remember for a long time.
“Addison,” he groans, “you there?”
“Uh huh,” I mutter as I continue watching him thrust in and out of me, teetering on the edge of falling over into my second orgasm.
He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts them. My head falls back against the table and my eyes roll with how this new position feels. Blake’s speed increases and it’s not long before the table below me is banging into the wall with his force.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat as I start to fall into another intense release.
Blake follows a few seconds later with the most feral growl I think I’ve ever heard before folding over on top of me. Sweaty hot skin to sweaty hot skin.
“Fuck,” he pants after a few seconds of silence.
“Yeah, fuck,” I reply with a laugh, because there isn’t really any other way to describe what just happened.
A minute or two later and I’m on the move. Blake peels my back from the wooden tabletop and carries me into the bathroom, where he tenderly cleans me up. I’m on the brink of tears as I stand and watch him grab a cloth and turn to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks in panic when he sees my wet eyes.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” I say it with a smile but he still looks at me cautiously.
Once he’s finished, he carries me into the living room. I want to say I can walk myself, but being in his arms feels too damn good—plus, I’m not actually sure my legs would be stable after that. I get placed down on Aunt Addy’s chair while Blake starts turning the sofa into a bed. I push thoughts of this all happening in Aunt Addy’s house aside and just enjoy my view. Blake’s arse is something dreams are made of.
“Are you putting me to bed?” I eventually ask when he has the duvet and pillows in place.
“I guess you could say that. We won’t be sleeping though,” he admits, a twinkle in his eye.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Earlier was just a prelude.”
“Oh,” I say, my girly parts starting to wake up once again.
Suddenly, I’m pulled from the chair and thrown onto the bed. “Let’s celebrate your birthday properly,” he says with the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen. No woman could turn that proposition down.
