Page 117 of Save Your Breath
“You know, on second thought, this thingispretty comfy,” I said, voice more breathless than I would have liked as I spread out in the bean bag, wetting my lips and letting my eyes slowly trail him from head to toe.
Aleks chuckled, and that sound lit me up just as much as if he would have groaned. I loved how playful we were in this moment, how it didn’t feel weird or awkward or too serious. We were being silly, toying with one another like we always did.
We were still…us.
Although, there was nothing playful about how Aleks’s gaze heated the longer he looked at me, the more his gaze swept over my sated, naked body as he ran his fist over himself. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from that visual — the slow pumping of himself, fist running from base to tip, thighs tense as he flexed into his hand.
Aleks walked slowly toward where I sat, power radiating off him as he came to tower over me. He maneuvered until he had one knee on the bean bag, his cock lining up right with my mouth.
“Open up, Strings.”
I swallowed, eyes trailing up to meet his as I let my lips part.
“Wider.”
I stretched my mouth open, and Aleks rewarded me with a groan and by pressing the crown of his gorgeous cock between my lips.
He hissed when I moaned around him, eagerly swirling my tongue around his tip and pushing up to my elbows to take more of him in.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised, hand raking through my hair. He fisted his fingers in the strands and held tight. “Make it sloppy. Get me nice and wet so I can slide inside you, so I can stretch that perfect pussy I just got to taste.”
I moaned again, taking him deeper. He was far too large for me to take all the way in, but I licked and sucked him before working my hand with my spit and coating him in it.
He cursed as I began fucking him with my mouth and hand together, forming a seam between my lips and fingers. When I picked up the pace, ready to take him all the way, he groaned and pulled me off him, my mouth releasing with a pop.
Aleks yanked my hair with just enough pressure to make me look at him, to let me see how he was breathing raggedly, his stomach muscles flexing. He ran his thumb over my wet bottom lip, nostrils flaring when I chased that digit with my tongue. Then, he clamped my cheeks between his thumb and fingers and lowered to plant a bruising kiss on my mouth.
“Turn over,” he growled against my lips. “Ass up.”
I did as he said, giggling a little when he spanked my ass on the spin. When I was in position, Aleks hiked one of my legs up, splaying me out on the bean bag like an offering.
He ran his slick cock between the swells of my ass, sliding it up and down before he gave me a little slap with that thick beauty.
And then he was lining himself up at my entrance, his wet crown toying with me before he slid an inch inside.
I arched and whimpered, Aleks mirroring my sentiment with a guttural groan.
“Goddamn, Mia,” he croaked, withdrawing and sliding in another inch. I stretched around him as every nerve ending in my body fired to life. “Open up for me, baby. Let me in.”
I relaxed as much as I could when he withdrew and pushed in again, and then I was focusing on my breath, on how he filled me, on how I felt like I could come again just from the sounds he was making as I stretched to fit him.
Aleks hiked my leg up a little more when he was fully seated inside me, rocking his hips and pressing his weight into me.
And when he did, I gasped.
“That’s it,” he said with a smirk behind my ear, kissing the tender flesh there. “Feel it? Feel that friction you need, baby?”
He withdrew and rocked in again, groaning when I let out a surprised moan. Because every time he pushed inside me, my clit rubbed against the bean bag, making me whimper and writhe at the sensitive sensation.
“Aleks…”
“I know, I know.” He kissed my shoulder, one hand snaking under me to palm my breast before he notched in again. And I couldn’t help it. My hips ground against the fabric, thighs trembling at how it felt to be full and stroked at once.
“I already came,” I said breathlessly.
“And?”
I was already panting, orgasm building even as I tried to say it wasn’t possible.
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