Page 30 of Free Me

I choke out a laugh. “Good thing you’re such a diligent pupil.” I push deeper into him, Blake’s body surrounding me in tight heat, drawing me in until our bodies are flush and we’re both panting like we’ve run a marathon. “Gods, Blake.” The words come out strangled as I try to focus on him, making sure he’s alright, and not on how incredible he feels or how I want to pound into him.

“Come here.” Blake cups the back of my neck, tugging me closer. “I’m fine, sweetheart. I promise.” He presses his lips to mine, relief washing over me as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, so passionately it steals my breath. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on by anyone.

I thrust into him, and he presses his forehead to mine, nodding. “Yes. Like that.” I thrust again, and again, slowly picking up the pace. This needs to be so good for him. I increase the pace until he’s moaning and gripping my arms so tightly I’ll have bruises tomorrow. It’ll be so worth it. Blake reaches up to stroke my cheek. “Stef, you feel so good. But…”

Amused, I huff out a laugh. “But if I don’t move faster, you’re going to flip us and ride me until we both come?”

“Oh, fuck.” Blake shudders under me and grabs the base of his cock, squeezing tightly.

The image sears my brain and I stop moving so I don’t come right then. I manage another choked chuckle. “Gods, I shouldn’t say things like that when I’m balls deep in you. Not if I want this to last.” He laughs, clenching around me. I gasp and manage a strangled, “Blake.”

“Sorry.”

I mock glare at him because he doesn’t seem sorry.

“Okay, not all that sorry.” He pushes up on his elbows and kisses me hungrily. “Fuck me, Stef. Make me see stars, sweetheart.”

With a groan, I pull out and climb off the bed, grabbing his legs and hauling him to the edge of the mattress. His eyes widen and I wink. “I’m stronger than I look.” Then I thrust into him. Hard.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Blake grips his calves as I pound into him, watching his face go slack with lust. “God, just like that, sweetheart.”

I thrust faster, giving in to the pleasure, letting instinct and Blake’s moans direct how this goes. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten against my body. My thrusts get shorter and faster, and Blake’s gaze locks on mine. Electricity zips through my body, our connection intense, and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Jesus, Blake.”

I lean against his thighs, changing the angle, and thrust harder. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open in a silent groan as he nods frantically. Gods, he’s a gorgeous, sweaty mess. I snap my hips, and his eyes roll back, his hands clamping around my wrists as he makes a low keening sound that gets higher in pitch with each thrust. His belly is covered in precum, and I want to duck my head and lick it up. The air smells of sweat and sex and it takes all my concentration to not come.

“Stef. Stef. Fuck. I’m…” His voice is absolutely wrecked. His body trembles as he lets go of my wrists, grabs his cock, and strokes himself furiously, coming apart beneath me with a shout. Thick splatters of cum paint his chest as he shudders through his orgasm. One more thrust and my muscles tense, stealing my breath as my own orgasm shakes me to my core.

With a groan, I collapse on top of Blake, sucking in lungfuls of air, ignoring the mess between us. I’m already sticky and sweaty, so what’s a little more? Blake’s arms wrap around me, one of his hands sliding into my hair, gently massaging circles into my scalp. I’m too boneless to care if it’s the one he jerked off with. “Mmmm. Feels good.” I barely have the energy to murmur the words against his skin.

Blake’s lips brush against the side of my head. “Thank you.”

With effort, I turn toward him and slide back enough to see his face. “For what?”

“This. Tonight. Being with me.” His eyes are soft, and so full of… something. A lot of something I wish I could identify, but it makes me feel all warm inside. “For taking care of me.” My heart does a little squeezy thing. “At the risk of rushing this and scaring you off, tonight was incredible.” His cheeks pink a bit. “I’ve never…” He takes a breath. “I’ve never asked anyone to do that before. To make the decisions. But I’ve never felt like I could, either. It’s like we just fit.” He winces. “It sounds cheesy and ridiculous—too fast—but it’s what I’m feeling.”

I’m too stunned to say a word. It’s like he’s reading my mind, or looking into my heart. “I care about you, Stef, and I have no explanation why it happened so quickly. But I don’t want to question it. I want to ride this feeling and see where it takes us.” He brushes his fingers over my lips. “I’m pretty sure I’ll fall in love with you soon.”

If I had the energy, I’d pinch myself, because this must be a dream. I blink away the prickling in my eyes and nod. “Yes. Yes to all of that. Absolute same.” I lace our fingers together and squeeze gently. “I’ve never felt so comfortable with any other romantic partner. And yes, I definitely would like to see where this goes.” I press my lips to his. “And of course you’ll fall in love with me. I’m fabulous. What’s not to love?”

He growls and pulls me close, kissing my face all over as I laugh. My heart is so full right now I could burst with happiness. Blake settles back on the pillows, and searches my eyes. “It doesn’t worry you? You aren’t scared off?”

I cup his face with my hands like he’s done to me, and hope it makes him feel even one tiny bit as adored as I do. “I don’t scare easily, and hearing you say you care about me actually settles any nerves I had. Knowing I’m not the only one feeling this intense connection is a huge relief.”

“Good.” Blake kisses the tip of my nose, then grimaces. “We need another shower.”

I nod, because we definitely do. But that means moving. “Hold on.” With a groan, I slowly pull out, prying myself off Blake’s chest before carefully removing and tying off the condom. I head for the bathroom, tossing it in the trash and turning on the shower.

Blake follows me in, and this time, we wash quickly. He finds a spare toothbrush for me, and in half an hour, we’re clean, back in bed, and I’m tucked up against his side, with our legs tangled together, exchanging soft kisses. “Stef.”

“Mmm?” I can barely keep my eyes open now that I’m sated and snuggled against his warm chest.

“I have a work function I need to attend. It’s in two weeks. It’s a fundraiser to fight book banning and educational gag orders in American schools.”

I crack one eye open and roll so I can see him. “Oh. That sounds important.”

“Mmm.”

Uncurling from my warm cocoon, I place a palm against his cheek. He yawns, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Can I do anything to help?”

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