Page 53 of True Sight
“What about this…” My eyes flit away from his as I slowly move my hand even lower. My eyes dance from the direction of where my hand is under the covers to his face to make sure I’m not crossing a line he isn’t ready for me to cross. When it sinks low enough to graze the top of his cock, I can feel him grow at my touch.
He clears his throat and turns his head to look at me. “Feels like what she was talking about, yeah.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask quietly, moving the tips of my fingers under the hem of his briefs. When I look at him, his eyes are heavy and locked on my lips. His breath is shallow and heavy with need.
“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” I repeat, slowly pushing my hand further towards his cock which is standing at attention. His eyes flutter for a second but he doesn’t speak.
“You better tell me to stop, love,” I whisper.
He shakes his head and wraps a hand around the side of my face. “Please, don’t stop.”
Using the hand he has around my face, he pulls me in and kisses me deeply. As his tongue makes its way into my mouth, my hand finds what it is looking for. My fingers wrap around him and begin to stroke, causing him to gasp loudly against my mouth.
“Too much?” I check between frantic kisses.
“No, just new. Keep going.” His voice is as needy as his hips are which he’s pushing towards me as hard as he can. My skin grows hot when he tugs on my hair and pulls me even closer. I continue to stroke him with my hand and revel at the sounds of his groans. When he pulls away from me for a second, I bring my hand to my mouth, spit in it, and bring it back to his cock.
“Jesus,fuck,” he growls, pulling me back against his mouth. His kisses are hungry and my touch is needy and together we become two people so entirely wrapped up in one another that the entire world seems to fade away.
I continue to stroke him, pumping my hand back and forth. I can tell he is getting braver because he brings one of his own hands to the outside of my briefs and starts to play with me at the same time. I rub the tip of his cock with my thumb and kiss his neck, gently nipping at his skin. Moving faster, I know I’m bringing him to his edge when he suddenly grabs me with force.
“Careful there, love, don’t let your excitement get the best of you,” I warn.
“If you aren’t careful, you’re going to have a mess on your hands,” he sighs and gasps again when I stroke him harder.
“Make a mess of me,” I urge, throwing the duvet back so I can see him completely before spitting into my hand again and returning it to his hard cock. I work his briefs down far enough to where I can see all of him and holy shit do I like what I see. “I want to watch you make a mess of my hand.”
My words seem to push him over the edge. He brings both of his hands to the sides of my face and holds me in place, forcing his lips to mine. Our tongues clash together as he nears his finish, his whole body starting to shake at my touch. I meant what I said about wanting to watch so I pull my mouth from his to kiss his neck and shoulders as he starts to groan deep from behind his chest. His head presses into the pillow and his eyes clamp shut and with a few more hard pumps and shallow breaths, he reaches his peak and comes completely undone in my hand.
“That’s my good boy,” I hum into his ear, slowly running my hand up and down along his cock. He inhales sharplyand flinches as a wave of pleasure ripples through him again.
“Don’t call me that,”he growls through a smirk.
“Oh, come on now, I think you like it,” I quip with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He blinks his eyes open slowly before turning to look at me again. “I think you like it when you annoy me.”
“You’d be right.” I smirk at him and let out a breathy laugh. His hands start to reach for me but I stop him. “No, no. Just you tonight. We’re going slow, remember?”
“I didn’t knowthiswas going slow for you. I thought ‘going slow’ went out the window when we got into bed in nothing but our underwear.”
“Conrad Miller, who knew you were such a little horndog!” I smack his chest playfully with my clean hand.
“Stop, I’m not a?—”
“I mean, IknowI’m a total catch, but trying to get in my pants on the first night. I just can’t believe.”
“You just got in my pants!”
“It’s always the quiet ones.” I shake my head at the ceiling, continuing with my bit. “You always have to watch out for the quiet ones.”
“You’re unbelievable,” he groans beside me and I don’t need to look at him to know he is rolling his eyes. I burst out into a fit of laughter and roll over to face him again.
“Hey,” I hum, kissing him on the shoulder again and changing my tone to be more serious. I wait for him to glance down at me before continuing. “Just you for now. I want this, want you. We can worry about me later. One thing at a time.”
“One thing at a time.” He nods in agreement.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up and be back.” I kiss him quickly and roll out of bed, heading for the bathroom. Onceinside, I look at myself in the mirror, and stare for a moment. A wash of emotions are painted across my face.
