Page 14 of Before I Should Leave

I wanted to sleep.

I tried to sleep.

But it’s hard to rest when your back’s pressed against a man’s bare chest, his arm draped over your waist, hand resting just above the curve of your thigh and the thick weight of him resting right at the small of your back.

Warm.

Heavy. Hard.

I slowly opened my eyes.

The room was dark, but not silent.

The rain was still whispering against the windows.

The heat hummed.

Diesel’s breathing was deep behind me—steady, even—but his body? His body was wide awake.

I shifted a little. Just enough to feel it better. His dick was long and thick and barely contained by the cotton of his sweats as it pushed against me, slowly and sure like it had been waiting for permission.

My breath caught.

He moved, just slightly, and his voice came low, rough, and unfiltered against my neck.

“You keep doin’ that,”

he murmured.

“and I’ma stop playin’ sleep.”

I turned slowly to face him. And just like that… we were chest to chest. Face to face. His eyes were dark and hooded, and his lips were parted. I murmured.

“I was trying to let you rest.”

My fingertips traced the ink on his chest, the curve of his collarbone.

“I’m not tired anymore.”

His hand slid to the back of my thigh and gripped it. “Are you?”

“Not really.”

He kissed me like he was trying to write his name behind my teeth and I kissed him back like I was starved for it. His tongue teased mine, slow and smooth, then deeper. My leg lifted, curling over his hip without me even thinking. He groaned into my mouth, low and rough, then gripped my ass with both hands and pulled me closer. The friction between us made my head tilt back.

“Damn,”

he muttered, voice cracking like he couldn’t hold it back.

“You gon’ fuck around and make me lose it before I get started.”

I bit my lip, tugging his bottom one with my teeth before whispering.

“I’m ready.”

That was all he needed.

Diesel rolled me onto my back, dragging my robe open with one hand while the other stayed gripping my thigh. His mouth went straight to my chest—kissing, sucking, biting just enough to make me moan.

My fingers tangled in his hair as he licked over one nipple, then the other, tongue slow, hands spreading my legs wider as his body lowered. I was panting now. Aching. Wet. “Diesel…”

He looked up at me from between my thighs, eyes burning.

“You taste as good as you look?”

“Only one way to find out.”

He growled and pulled my robe completely off. Then his mouth met my pussy like he already knew what I liked. Long, slow licks. Broad tongue strokes. Then smaller, tighter ones, flicking just right. He sucked my clit like he needed it. My hips bucked. My fingers grabbed sheets. Nails gripping his braids.

He groaned against me.

“That’s it. Let it go, beautiful.”

And I did. I let it go, cumming hard. Shaking. Mouth open. Body curling around him. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He kept licking through it, holding my thighs apart like I was his meal, like he was hungry and nowhere near full.

I was begging now. Whining.

“Diesel, please. . .”

He came up, mouth wet, a smirk on his lips. He reached for the nightstand, pulled a condom from his wallet, tore it with his teeth, and slid his sweats off slowly.

God.

Thick. Heavy. Dark. Veins like ropes. Tip swollen. Smooth stroke in his hand as he rolled the condom down and moved over me. He slid between my thighs and kissed me again, soft, deep, nasty.

“Look at me,”

he said, rubbing the tip against my clit before lining it up.

“I wanna see your face when I slide in.”

And when he did? I almost cried. It was so deep, stretching me. He cursed low.

“Shit… you tight as fuck.”

I moaned.

“It's been a while…”

“I gotchu, baby. Relax.”

He gripped my hips and started stroking. It was slow and deep, like he was learning me in real time.

My hands grasped his back. My legs wrapped around his waist. We moved together like it was always supposed to happen. No awkwardness. No pause. Just heat and moans and sweat.

He kissed my neck, my jaw, and sucked my nipple into his mouth as his hips rolled deeper.

“Goddamn, you feel good.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine. His stroke hit every wall like he built the room.

And when I clenched around him when my moans turned to whimpers and my legs shook? He slowed down.

“Mmm. You take this dick so well.”

I cried out. He kissed my lips again, his thrusts going deeper now, rhythm hitting that spot over and over until I came again. This time louder and harder, eyes rolling. Mouth open. Full-body unraveling.

“Oooohhh! Yessss!!!

And he didn’t stop. Just kissed me through it. Slid his fingers to my clit and rubbed as he kept stroking.

“Lemme feel you nut one more time. Just like that.”

And I gave it to him. Back to back. Hips jerking. Sheets damn near on the floor. My nails dragging down his back as he finally groaned in my ear.

“Fuck, I’m ‘bout to nut. . .”

Diesel kissed me hard as his body shuddered against mine. Thrusts slowing. Breath catching. Heart racing. He stayed inside me for a moment, chest to chest, sweat, and air between us. His hand caressed the side of my face. Then he whispered.

“I told you I’d hold you while you sleep.”

And this time? I didn’t pretend. Sleep came easily.