Instead of You(84)

“I want all of you,” I managed. He pulled back and my breast popped out of his mouth just as his gaze met mine. He moved lower, eyes never leaving mine. He gripped the edges of my basketball shorts and pulled them down, leaving me only in my underwear.

The night before I’d been wearing a tiny dress that called for even tinier underwear. Even though they bordered on uncomfortable, the look on his face at that moment, as his eyes perused the black scrap of lace covering me, was worth every moment of underwear misery.

“Holy f*cking shit, Kenz. You’re perfect,” he said as his hands moved up my calves, slowly spreading me open. “Just like I remember.”

I giggled at his response, loving the way simply the sight of me seemed to undo him. But my laughter stopped immediately when he ran his hands all the way up my thighs and up the crease of where my legs met my hips, framing my sex with his hands. His thumbs slipped under the soaked lace, causing a breath to shudder out of me. He rubbed me up and down, slowly dragging his thumbs against my already over sensitized core, his hands pressing my legs farther and farther apart until I thought I would burst from being so completely bared to him. The tiny panties I wore could hide hardly anything from him.

Finally, he grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, peeling them off me and tossing them to the floor.

“Now, you,” I said, trying to sit up, wanting to get him just as naked as I was. But he had other plans. He wrapped his hands around my ankles, yanked me down the bed until my ass was on the edge of the mattress. I watched as he carefully placed each of my legs over his shoulders and brought his mouth down to me.

Just before his lips touched my skin, he said, “We’ll get to me later.” His breath ghosted over my hot center and then his tongue followed, taking one slow and leisurely lap up my middle. I made a high-pitched noise that wasn’t really a word, but just the sound one makes when so much pleasure and sensation rocket through you. I couldn’t speak, but I couldn’t stay silent either.

I continued to make those nonsensical, whimpering noises as his mouth worked my sex. He licked, sucked, and kissed me like he’d been dying to do it ever since he’d left. Like it was his f*cking job. I’d been with a few guys since Hayes, but not one had I allowed to go down on me. It was too personal, too intimate. Watching Hayes work his tongue over my clit, his eyes trained on mine, was a level of connection I’d never had before. He was playing me like a f*cking instrument, determined to get that last note right, to make the song perfect, no matter how long he had to practice.

My fingers wound through his hair and my hips arched up to meet his mouth. He groaned against me, the vibrations sending a whole new wave of arousal over my body, and it was too much. My eyes closed, my mouth opened, and my head fell back. The rhythm of my hips was met by the lashing of Hayes’s tongue. I held him to me, finding that perfect combination of his mouth and my hips, and moments later I came apart.

I was loud. I was practically feral. His hands came around to hold me down by the belly, and I cried out until my orgasm waned. As I came down, it was to the slow and measured laps of his tongue through my sex. With each pass over my clit I shivered, too sensitive not to. Finally, after the last spasm passed, he kissed me all the way from my core up to my mouth, taking the long route and making sure to cover as much ground as possible.

When his lips finally connected with mine, it was a slow and lovely kiss. I tasted fantastic on him.

“That was the most gorgeous and beautiful orgasm I think anyone’s ever had,” he said quietly as he pressed even more kisses down my throat.

I didn’t have any words in that moment, but I knew what I wanted. I pressed on his shoulder, pushed him onto his back, and climbed over him. I moved down his body and grabbed the basketball shorts and his underwear, pulling both down his body, off his legs, and left them in a pile on the floor.

I climbed back toward him and at the same time he sat up, snaked an arm around my waist, and scooted backward until he was leaning against the headboard. I straddled him again, this time with nothing between us.

“Hey,” he said softly, using his hand to push my probably crazy hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear.

“Hey,” I replied, smiling.

His hand moved back to cradle my neck and the arm around my waist tightened around me, bringing me closer. His cock was hard and hot between us, but he seemed focused on my eyes.

“This doesn’t have to go any farther today, Kenz,” he whispered. “I want you, all of you, but I can wait. I can wait as long as you need.”

“Are you going to disappear again?” I watched him closely as I asked the question, not knowing what kind of reaction I’d get, but hoping it was going to be one I could live with.

His hands on me tightened and he brought my face even closer. “I’m not going anywhere again until you tell me to.”

I took in a deep breath, trying to find the courage to leave everything out in the open, to find the strength to risk my heart one more time, hoping the payout would keep me safe.

“What if I’m looking for forever?”

His eyes darted back and forth between mine, but he never wavered as he said, “What if I told you you’d already found it?”

“Promise?” I asked, my voice more frantic than I’d hoped for. “Hayes, if you’re not in this, not ready for a relationship, then please, walk away now before—”