“Sonnets.”
His lips trail up, hot, wet, warm, to my collarbone.
“Stanzas.”
To my neck.
“Lyrics.”
He can write me anyway he wants.
But I’m getting impatient.
My hips buck up toward him, his cock hard and long and thick and so, so close.
“Come inside me,” I whisper to him, holding the back of his neck that’s already damp from sweat. “I need you.”
He moans into my neck. It sounds like a symphony.
“I like hearing that.”
I run my hands down over the muscles in his firm back, marveling at them, that I can touch him like this, that this is what we’re doing.
It no longer feels odd or strange. It feels like this is what we were made to do, to be with each other just like this.
My hands stop at his ass and I grab hold, shrugging him into me.
“Fuck,” he swears. “Okay.”
He adjusts himself slightly, reaches down between my legs to position himself.
Slowly pushes in.
The pressure is intense.
I breathe in deep through my nose, treating it like a panic attack, because if I hold my breath, if I don’t relax, if I get too tense, this is going to hurt like hell.
“You okay?” he whispers and when I meet his eyes, they’re wet with awe.
I nod. “Keep going.”
His nostrils flare as he pushes in further and I will my body to expand, to take him all in. I bite my lip in pain, expecting it to get worse before it gets better. But with myself being so wet and the slow, laborious way he’s working his way in, I accept the pain. It starts to dissolve into pleasure.
“Jesus,” he whispers hoarsely. “You’re so tight.”
“I know,” I tell him, smiling up at him.
I also thought this would be weird, the prolonged eye contact, the intimacy. But it’s not at all. It’s as easy and natural as breathing.
Then he’s all the way in and I’ve never felt so full in my life, like he’s filling all my empty, hollow places with starshine and fire.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your cunt feels better than it tastes.”
“You have a dirty mouth,” I say breathlessly.
“You have no idea,” he says roughly, his lips capturing mine in a deliriously slow kiss that matches the deliriously slow way he’s thrusting into me.
Everything feels like bliss, the pain now melting into something that makes me wild and thrilled. I dig my hands into his back, my nails leaving marks and our kiss gets messier, teeth, lips, tongue, mouths completely missing each other.
I’m starving for him, starving for years, going mad.
I had no idea it could be like this.
But I have a feeling it’s not like this for everyone.
It’s like this because it’s me and it’s Laz.
His pace begins to quicken.
Hips start slamming into me.
His ass bunches and flexes under my grip.
His cock slides in and out of me with ease.
But it’s not effortless.
Laz is working as he thrusts inside of me, sweat dripping off his brow from his own exertion, grunting hoarsely with every deep shove. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed moves. Everything shakes. There must be an energy being created from the two of us together, like sunspots and solar flares. I’m surprised the power isn’t flickering.
And then his hand slips between my legs and he slows just enough to expertly slide his fingers over my clit.
Oh.
Oh.
I had no idea I was this close to coming until he gave me a helping hand and…
Fuck…
“Laz,” I moan but it sounds more like a whimper, like he needs to put me out of this sweet sweet misery.
“I want you to come,” he hisses, his fingers razing my clit until I’m almost bursting at the seams. “Open your eyes.”
They fly open and I’m looking up at him in wild awe, stark determination on his brow, a side of Laz I’ve never seen, a side I want to keep seeing forever. I want him undone, I want to render him powerless, I want to see what I can do to him, how much ecstasy I can bring him.
I’ve also never needed to come so badly in my life before. I’m shaking, so crazed by lust and want and raw, raw need that I’m scaring myself.
Then the explosion comes for me, like a wave that builds and builds and you know you have no time to run and even if you tried, it would still take you down.
He holds his hand against me with confidence, with possession, and then I’m weightless. The world around me explodes and I’m the burning, bursting energy at the center, the big bang.
This…
This…
This…
Gone.
“Laz,” I cry out, my voice strained, my words garbled. “Oh god, oh god.”
This wave is taking me out but I’m not just trembling, shaking, quivering. I’m drowning in feelings, a million of them pouring over me at once until I can’t breathe.
Tears rush to my eyes and I grab onto the tight, sweaty planes of his back as I’m liquefied beneath him. I hold him like I’ll never let him go, I’ll never let go because I’m not sure I’ll exist if I do. I’m just stardust now.
“Fuck, Marina,” he grunts roughly and then his head goes back, his throat exposed, neck muscles corded as he pushes in deeper, deeper. The sounds coming out of his mouth as he shudders into me will be forever burned in my heart. The feel of him, the look of him, feral and somehow now tamed.
His pumps slow, the sweat pouring off of him, both of us breathing hard, my heart a drum in my ear.
I can’t believe…I can’t believe…
My brain can’t even come back to my body yet, it’s still in orbit somewhere.
“You are so gorgeous when you come,” he murmurs to me, kissing my neck. “Just as I thought you’d be.” He pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. “Wild and free and full of light. I want to be a part of that light in your eyes. I want to be the cause of it.”
I can only stare at him, my chest heaving, my heart still racing, because I don’t have the words to express what I’m feeling, what just happened. A tear runs from the corner of my eye and I hope he doesn’t notice but of course he does. He brushes his thumb over it and gives me a kind smile.
“I hope that’s not from pain.”
“No,” I tell him. “I don’t know what that’s from. It was all…it’s all…”
“I know,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I felt it too.”
My chest glows.
“Next time,” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden. “Maybe, uh, don’t wear the condom.”
His brow shoots up. “Really?”
“If you’re clean, of course. It’s just I’m on the pill, always have been for other things, and I…I want to know what it’s like when you come inside me. I want to feel you, feel all of you.”
He nods. “I’m clean. I always use protection. And I get checked.” He reaches down and holding the base of his cock before slowly pulling out. “But I will tell you, things will get messier without one.”
“I like messy,” I tell him. “Mess me up, all night long.”
He laughs softly, getting up to toss the condom in the garbage. “I’ve created a monster.”
Then he comes back to bed, pulls back the covers so we both get inside. I think I want more. I also think my body might need some time to recover.
But then Laz holds me close to him, nuzzles his mouth into my neck and I know what I really need is what I have right now.
Laz
Stripped
* * *
I wake up with sunlight in my eyes. I pause, my brain foggy from sleep, wondering how the light in my room is reaching me at this angle.
Then I remember I’m not at home.
I’m in New York.
In a hotel room.
And Marina is…
I sl
owly turn over in the bed and look beside me. Marina is lying on her side, her cheek on the pillow, blonde hair spilling around her like a halo. Her eyes are open but drowsy, focused on me, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Hey,” she says softly.
Fuck me.
For a moment I thought that maybe this had been a dream. That there was no way one of my deepest fantasies could have come true.
But here she is.
Here she is.
Looking like an angel.
I can hardly believe it.
We had sex last night.
Her first time.
My first time with her.
It was…I have no words.
This isn’t even writer’s block.
Being so deep inside of her, feeling and tasting every inch, watching her gorgeous face as she came, hard, squeezing me into a new atmosphere—it’s indescribable what she was doing to me. I don’t think I’m talented enough to even try.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
It was more than just two bodies reaching for a climax together.
It was more than just getting off.
It was about the two of us, together, finally. All these years, all these desires, coming to a head, a connection taken to another level, one I didn’t even anticipate.
It was bloody spiritual is what it was and believe me, I am not a praying man. But I will make this woman my religion if she lets me. I will worship at her altar for another glimpse at the heaven I saw last night.
“Hi,” I say back to her, still so dumbfounded.
The sight of Marina on my bed is a hit to the gut.
The sun is streaming in through the window, bathing her skin in a diffused glow, and her face is absolutely gorgeous. Peaceful and vibrant all at the same time. She’s unreal, and just staring at her, lying beside me in the same bloody bed, makes me feel crazy. She moves something deep inside of me, something I don’t think I can ever move back.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, my voice low, as if I might make the moment disappear, as if she’s a ghost that might dissolve right in front of me.
“Like a baby,” she says, lifting her arms up with a little stretch. “This bed is amazing.”
“I thought maybe it might have been more than just the bed,” I say, smiling.
A slow grin spreads across her face and it’s another punch to my gut, knocking the wind out of me. “Your cock was pretty amazing too.”
Fucking hell. As if the sight of her bare tanned skin against the white sheets, knowing she’s naked underneath, wasn’t enough to get me hard, then she has to say the word cock and it’s immediately springing to life, thick and hard as rebar.
I exhale through my nostrils, fighting the urge to jump her.
“You have to be careful when you use that word,” I warn her. “It’s like an invocation. You’ll summon it.”
She bites on her lip, smiles coyly. “What? The word cock? Or just me, talking about your cock and how I want to be best friends with it.”
I laugh, my blood turning molten. “You are asking for it.”
“Yeah,” she says, her tone anxious, excited. “I am.”
Damn. I thought that Marina being a virgin and all—correction, ex-virgin, thanks to me and my cock she wants to befriend—that things would be a bit awkward, that she would be shy around sex or talking about sex. But that hasn’t been the case at all.
I slowly sit up, lift the covers to make room, getting a look at her naked body underneath, and climb over her, the mattress moving beneath my weight. I straddle her, my thighs on either side of hers, my erection thick and hard, bobbing above her stomach. I lean down, bracketing her shoulders between my arms, and slowly run my lips down her forehead, over her nose, until I place them flush on her mouth.
“Mmm,” she says softly. “This isn’t a bad way to wake up.”
“It’s enough to make me a morning person,” I murmur, nibbling on her bottom lip before leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw.
She raises her arms, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “Can we get room service after?” she asks, her voice drowsy. “Or are you planning to make me your breakfast?”
“Breakfast of champions,” I tell her, pressing myself down against her skin.
She lets out a soft gasp as I suck the soft skin on her neck, my head swimming from her raw taste.
“God, Laz,” she moans, breathy, sweet.
“I answer to both of those,” I tell her against her neck.
She takes her hand and places it under the covers, unsure at first, hesitating, and then she’s reaching down between us and stroking the tip of my cock. I don’t even have to raise my head to know she’s got a devilish twist to her lips.
A moan falls out of my mouth as her fingers get a better grip, the weight of my body against hers adding crucial pressure. I close my eyes, succumbing to the feeling as I work my mouth down her golden neck, and start rocking my body gently against hers. The friction on her soft stomach is incredible, my precum adding just enough slickness.
Before I get carried away, I pull back and kiss and suck my way down her body. From her shoulder, across to the soft hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, my hand cupping them perfectly, one at a time. I love teasing around her nipples, love how she arches her back, pushing her breasts up, so ravenous for my lips, for my touch.
I want to tease her, make her squirm. Prolong it as long as possible, doing long, circular laps with my tongue and then blowing lightly. I watch her skin erupt in shivers, her nipple becoming harder, pinker, and it’s torture not to put it between my teeth and give it a sharp tug.
“Oh god,” Marina whimpers, her hands running through my hair and tugging on the ends. My eyes close, loving that dose of pain. I want her to do it harder but right now, this is about her.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Tell me what you need.”
She takes in a deep breath, like she’s readying herself to tell me, then grabs my head and places my lips on her nipple. “There. Harder.” She hesitates, her voice lowers and shakes. “S-suck.”
I smile at how brave she’s being when I know all of this is so new to her. Then I do as she says, nipping the hardened end and giving it a long, hard suck into my mouth. She yelps, then settles into a low, throaty groan, her vibrations rattling me to my very bones. The rigid ache of my cock is almost unbearable now, and all my thoughts are being stolen, directed to my very need to be inside of her.
But I wait. She’s bound to be sore after last night.
I shuffle backward on the bed until my head is between her legs and then start lapping her up, my tongue sliding over her from cunt to clit, luxuriously slow. The way she tastes, smells, feels—I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill. I’m loving this as much as she is.
And I know she is. The longer I lick her, the harder the pressure of my tongue, the louder her moans, the more she bucks her hips up into my mouth. When I finally suck her clit between my lips, sliding a few fingers into her cunt at the same time, she comes hard.
“Fuck!” she yelps, “Oh god. Oh god, Laz. Laz.” Her voice trails off into moans that shake me to my core. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, her body trembling beneath me, throbbing against my tongue. She’s becoming undone.
But I’m not done yet.
I’m only getting started.
With borderline desperation, I grab the base of my cock and straighten up, gripping her hips, the covers falling back behind me. Sitting back on my knees, I thrust into her, barely able to control myself.
She feels so good. A silky, tight fist that won’t let go.
She cries out, her eyes widening, but I can’t help it. There’s no time to do this gently. There is a fire raging inside me and she’s the only way out of the flames.
I take a firm grip of her thighs, my hands sinking into her soft, smooth flesh, and hold her legs back while I pull out then push myself in again. She’
s watching my cock slide in and out of her, and I’m watching too, crazed by the raw, primal sight of our bodies giving each other pleasure and how we fit so perfectly. Darkness against all this sunshine. Who would have thought that this moment, this us, could have ever happened?
“Does that feel good?” I manage to ask, my voice breaking as the pleasure floods over me. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she says softly, staring up at me. There’s a quietness in her eyes, a peace that I know too well. That same peace lulled me to sleep last night. “I love the feel of you inside me.”
Good thing she didn’t say cock. I’m not going to last long as it is.
I push into her further, slowly moving back out. Slow, slow. Warm. Slick. This feels so good without a condom, it makes my hair stand on end.
“Please don’t stop,” she says. Her voice is raspy, quiet, and so disarmingly beautiful when I’m turning her on. I could do this until my dying day, just this endless give and take, this exquisite pleasure I get from seeing her features soften, her body responds to me like she’s answering questions I didn’t know I asked.
I don’t stop, but I need to change it up if I want to keep going.
“Lift up,” I whisper to her, briefly pulling out and putting my hand beneath her left cheek, rolling her until she’s on her side. I grab her leg, admiring the soft curves of her thigh as she straightens her leg against my body. With my grip on her thigh, I slowly push myself in and out of her, sliding in even deeper than before. I’m hitting a sweet spot, and her mouth is falling open while her eyes pinch closed. She’s soft and aimless as my thrusts become quicker, and I’m reveling in the look of her beneath me.
I slip my hand down to her clit, so swollen, pink, and wet, and begging for my touch again. Her body tenses and she lets out a shaking breath as I rub my finger around in taunting, teasing circles, light as air.
She begins to buck into me again, wanting more pressure, wanting so badly to come on my cock and my hand. I give in because I’m bloody delirious for her pleasure and because my own thrusts are becoming sharper, quicker, my hips slamming into her at a rate that will make me expire sooner rather than later.
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