Page 83 of Grave Misgivings
I slide my hand beneath his shirt, feeling his warm skin, those pronounced hip bones that cut below his waistband. I run my fingers over the outline of his cross slowly, relishing in the way my touch makes him catch his breath.
“I don’t want you toeverstop,” he says. His left hand finds my hair, and his fingers intertwine in my locks and he pushes just the slightest against my head, his cock twitching against me. His breath is shaky and for a moment, I think he’s going to wake up and realize what’s happening. That he’s going to freak out and leave me here, hard and wanting again.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I say softly.
Geo’s fingers grip my hair tightly. “Everything,” he says.
I hook my fingers into the side of his shorts, tugging at them as his fiery gaze settles on me.
“Everything, huh?” I breathe, pulling down his shorts until they are around his ankles. I look up at him: his pupils blown, teeth sunk into his lower lip, skin flushed, long lashes standing out beneath his glasses.
I settle my hand over his prominent bulge, noting he fills up my hand pretty well. I grip him softly, if only because I want to ease him into my touch. I want to take my time, because I want this to be good for him. I want the experience to feelright.
He sucks in a breath as my thumb presses against the head of his cock through his boxer briefs and he curses breathlessly.
So fucking perfect.
I want everything, too.
Everything he is willing to give me.
I’ve never felt like this about anyone else.
Just him.
And I think it willalwaysbe him.
“Are you okay?” I ask, lazily tracing lines against his cockhead.
“Yes,” he says, blowing out a breath. “I just need?—”
“A minute?” I ask, a smirk forming on my face.
He shakes his head. “No. More. I need... more.”
He tightens his grip in my hair, pushing me once more, this time with a little more force, but it isn’t startling or uncomfortable. His fingers tremble in my hair slightly, and I know what he needs.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pull them down slowly, watching his expression as I do so.
His amber eyes are like a five alarm fire, ravaging my soul.
I shift my focus, taking in the sight of his bare cock on display before me.
It falls back against his stomach, pink and swollen with irrefutable desire, his precum glistening in the light that pours through the windows.
Just like the rest of him, it’s absolutely perfect.
“Tell me what you need, sunshine,” I say as I slide my hand along his shaft, committing the velveteen hardness to memory. I hold him in my fist, but I don’t move, giving him a chance to answer me.
“I—” His cheeks flush, and he focuses his gaze on me. For a moment, I think he’s going to tell me to stop, but instead he licks his perfect mouth and says, “I want you to make me come.”
My own cock weeps at his words, and I let out a curse of my own under my breath.
I build a steady rhythm with my fist, slowly and leisurely. I watch as every pump, every swipe of my thumb across his wet slit makes his face contort into an expression of pure desire.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, feeling his cock twitch in my hands.
Geo nods furiously. “Fuck, yes.”
