Page 8 of Awakening
Knox hovered beside me, one hand resting on my chest—not pushing, not taking, just there, grounding me.
“We can stop anytime. Just say the word.”
I shook my head. “No. I trust you.”
The words landed heavy with meaning because I’d never said them like this before. Not to anyone. I’d never been able to trust freely.
Leaning down, he kissed me torturously slow. We didn’t need to rush because of hiding; we were open and vulnerable in this moment. His hands moved with patience, mapping the curve of my jaw, the slope of my shoulders, tracing adoring paths over skin that had only known restraint.
My body shivers as his lips kiss along my neck, moving to my chest as his hands explore me in tandem.
“You’re beautiful,” Knox whispered, like a confession, “Don’t ever hide from me.”
No one had ever said that to me. Blinking back the burn in my eyes and exhaling, letting the weight of years of hiding melt away under every gentle touch.
He read every signal in my eyes and body, always waiting for the yes in his gaze.
Knox kissed lower, hand guiding my fingers to his chest,inviting me to touch him back, to claim space in our intimacy. I moved slowly, unsure at first, but the warmth in Knox’s eyes made me brave. When we were finally skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, my fear had softened into wonder.
“It’s not about doing it right,” Knox said gently, “It’s about being here. With me. Letting yourself feel.”
Taking a deep breath, I let go of the tension I’d been taught to carry. “Then I’m here.”
Our bodies moved like a conversation, slow, open, devoted. I gasped as Knox moved down my body, sliding my boxers over my muscular, taut thighs, pleasure sparking like static in my spine, overwhelming and sacred all at once.
“Sssssssss,” the hiss falling from my lips as his hand wrapped around my rigid erection, pre-cum spilling from the head.
Knox kissed the head of my dick, licking the evidence of my arousal away.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned his satisfaction.
Through every shift and sound, Knox whispered words that I hadn’t known I needed: You’re safe. You’re wanted. You’re more than enough.
His warm mouth engulfed me, sucking me to the back of his throat until he was gagging and saliva spilled from the sides.
“Knox, FUCK!” I moaned out in a harsh whisper. Dorm walls were notoriously thin, so we had to exercise some discretion.
“You like the way I swallow this big dick?” He asked as he took me back down his throat.
“Y—Yes, FUCK yes.”
Knox slid me from his mouth and pushed my muscular thighs open further as his tongue eased down to my puckered asshole and pushed inside.
“I’m about to fucking cum, AHHHH.” I managed to get out as thick white ropes of cum shot from my hard, pulsating dick.
Swiping some of the mess I’d made with his fingers, Knox rubbed it on my hole as he eased his thick digit inside me, my body tensing slightly.
Knox stopped and searched my eyes briefly. “I need you to know this doesn’t have to be everything tonight. We can stop, we can slow down—anytime.”
“I know,” my voice rough with emotion, “But I need you. I’ve never needed anyone like this.”
Knox kissed me again, deeper this time, as he stroked in and out of my asshole with his fingers, opening me up for his thick, hard member.
He moved with practiced care, reaching for the small bottle of lube on his nightstand. Click. The top opening caused me to inhale sharply, my nervousness rising, but Knox caught it.
“Just breathe with me,” he said, kneeling between my thighs. “We’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you.”
Nodding, I locked my gaze on Knox as he rolled the condom down his beautifully stiff shaft.
