Page 31 of Fairy Cakes in Winter
I was in my element, so attuned to the moment and my lover that I would have happily stayed on my knees all night.
Scott had other ideas.
He tugged at my hair, blinking wildly. “Stop.”
I admired the view as he helped me to my feet. With his jeans and briefs around his ankles, his shirt undone, and his thick cock jutting in front of him, he looked like a god.
“Fuck me,” I murmured against his lips.
“You sure?”
“Very, very sure.”
He plunged his tongue into my mouth and didn’t release me till I saw stars. Then he kicked off his shoes and stripped, chuckling at my awestruck expression. “Christ, you’re good for my ego. This way, baby.”
Scott took my hand and led me to the adjacent bedroom. I didn’t get the impression there was much to see beyond the bed and an arched window covered by a thin navy drape, but I didn’t have a chance to snoop. He was all over me, rocking my world with spine-tingling kisses as he made quick work of my shoes, socks, jeans, and oxford shirt.
I moaned when he kneeled between my spread thighs and slipped his fingers under the elastic of my briefs.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured, licking a sensual path along the column of my neck. He moved south to flick my nipples and brush his beard over my ribs, biting the elastic of my boxer briefs playfully.
I chuckled, running my fingers through his hair. “You’re tickling me.”
I didn’t quite trust his repentant expression, but before I could comment, his teasing look became sultry. He gave me a thorough once-over, lingering where my briefs dipped to my V-line.
Don’t get excited. I was fit, but my abs were pretty darn ordinary. No sharp planes or toned valleys here. But Scott definitely liked whatever he saw. His nostrils flared and his eyes went half-mast.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
And you know, for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. Not cute or sweet or dependable…no, I felt sexy and very powerful. I held eye contact as I slid my fingers down my chest and gripped myself through my briefs.
“Touch me.”
Scott sucked in a gulp of air and growled. Half a beat later, my boxer briefs were gone, leaving me buck-naked with a horny bearded hunk between my spread legs.
He lavished me with porny praise and I sucked up every nasty word. “Such a pretty cock, fucking sexy boy. Show me that hole, baby. That’s it. I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you so bad…”
You know…the kind of monologue you could only whimper along to like a preening pet.
I let him do whatever the hell he wanted, moaning aloud when he licked his middle finger and teased my crease.
“Give it to me,” I begged.
He pulled away instead and returned with supplies. The telltale snap of a lube bottle and the tear of a condom wrapper was followed by a slick digit breaching my hole. I propped my weight on my elbows to enjoy the show when he bent to suck my cock as he finger-fucked me…one finger, two fingers, three.
I writhed in ecstasy, opening myself to him in every way possible. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough.
Scott read my mind. He released me and sat on his heels to add lube to his sheathed dick before lining himself at my puckered entrance. And then he pushed. My breath hitched at the intrusion. I’d been here many times and I knew how good it was after the first shock of pain faded, but darn it, he was big.
“You okay?” He went still and held himself above me.
I wiped sweat from my brow, nodding as I hiked my legs around his waist. “Yeah, just…go slow. It’s been a while.”
He kissed my nose in silent acknowledgment and began to move. Slow and steady, chasing away pain with every roll and sway of his hips till I was reduced to a blissed-out, horny, happy mess. I flung my left arm over his shoulder and gripped my cock with my right, jacking myself to the rhythm he set.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good,” he grunted, plundering my mouth as he upped his pace.
The room echoed with the steady thump of the headboard hitting the wall, the creak of bedsprings, and our labored breathing peppered with the occasional, “Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, oh,ungh!”