The air seemed to get thicker with every breath we heaved until I began to feel like I was choking on the lust erupting between us. Maybe I was crazy to decide it was an opportune time for sex right after Blake just shared what was probably the worst memory of his life with me, but the overwhelming desire we shared screamed so much more than lust. It was as if we needed each other – to comfort each other in that moment – and that just happened to be the best way we saw fit. At least, that's how I was justifying it in my head, as well as how I intended to explain it to Michelle.
Blake's hands slipped beneath my shirt, and I shivered as his palms traveled up the sides of my body. His thumbs massaged gentle designs into my heated skin as our tongues wrestled against each other. I grasped his shoulder for support as I began to rock back and forth against his lap, my other hand twirling the whisps of hair at the nape of his neck around my fingers. I could feel him growing harder beneath me and I quickened my pace at his response.
After a few more minutes in that position, Blake reached a strong arm around my body and effortlessly flipped us around where I was laying on my back and he was on top of me. I quickly went to work on the buttons on his shirt while our lips locked once again, seemingly more passionate this time. Once I had his shirt unbuttoned, he made quick work of tossing it aside. Even in the dim morning light, I was in awe of his chiseled torso. I reached a hand up to trace his abs and felt his muscles flex beneath my fingertips.
Before Blake could make another move, I sat up from my spot on the pillows and grasped his hands in mine, guiding them to the hem of my shirt. His eyes found mine and without saying a word, I knew he was making sure he had permission, to which I urgently showed him he did. In one swift move, Blake slipped my shirt over my head, and it cascaded to the floor in a pile with his own. Once he realized I wasn't wearing a bra, a sexy smirk played across his lips and ignited a higher confidence inside me.
"Touch me, Blake," I beckoned in a low, whisper-like voice, and grabbed his hand, directing it to my breast.
He seemed surprised by my boldness, but only for a split second before he regained control and had his lips on mine again. When his palm brushed the sensitive skin on my breast, I felt shivers run throughout my entire body. His thumb softly moved side to side over my hardened nipple, eliciting a string of moans from me.
As one of his hands worked at my breast, I felt the other slip beneath the hem of my panties. His middle finger brushed over my clit, and I nearly screamed with pleasure. It felt like a fire was blazing through my core as he continued to touch me, first sliding one, then two fingers inside my pussy.
"You're soaking wet," Blake groaned in my ear and then nibbled at the lobe.
Loudly, I moaned and threw my head back in bliss as he lowered me down onto my back again.
"Why don't you do something about that?" I practically begged, feeling beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
I began to rock my hips to meet the plunge of his fingers into me, but it wasn't nearly enough. I needed so much more. I needed him inside me.
I could feel Blake smirk against my skin as he slowly kissed his way from my lips, over my jaw, down my neck, and to my chest. He nipped at my collarbone along the way, and I thought I might cum right that second. Continuing on his lengthy teasing journey, he reached my breasts, and I managed what could only be described as a small scream when he sucked a nipple into his mouth and his tongue danced over it before he lightly dragged his teeth over the sensitive bud, all the while still plunging his fingers in and out of me.
"Please..." I choked out a moan. "I need you."
Blake paused for a moment to look at me with a sweet yet sexy smile. "Just enjoy yourself, Mackenzie."
I glanced at the window where the sun was just beginning to rise. It was casting a subtle orange glow across the room. I found myself thinking I wouldn't mind staying in bed all day if Blake would stay with me.
Blake's lips blazed a fiery hot trail over my skin, rising goosebumps and sending shivers through every inch of flesh he touched until he had finally reached the apex of my thighs.
I raised my head up to watch as he hooked his fingers beneath the hem and dragged my panties down my legs in an agonizingly slow motion, eventually adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Instinctively, I spread my legs apart, practically begging him to do something, and I knew he couldn't wait to oblige.
"You're taunting me," Blake said with amusement, tracing a slow line up the inside of my leg with his finger.
"I don't hear you complaining." I opened my legs even wider, the rush of cool air tickling my naked body.
I braced for a rush of ecstasy as I watched him lean down toward me. He maintained eye contact while his mouth found my warm center. When his tongue glided over my clit, I threw my head back against the pillow and gripped another one for support, practically digging holes in the fabric with my nails as he lapped at my pussy.
"Oh, god!" I screamed out in pleasure as Blake moaned against my inner folds and slid his tongue inside me.
His mouth worked wonders on my aching core, and I found myself nearly unable to breathe by the time he finished fucking me with his tongue. I had been so close to coming, but he wouldn't let me have that sweet release just yet.
Climbing back on top of me, Blake peppered my chest and neck with more kisses before latching onto my lips again. Never had a man kissed me after going down on me before and it was an invigorating feeling to be able to taste my pleasure on his lips after he'd buried his face between my thighs. There was something so primally sexy about that.
I slid my hands down his sides until I felt the elastic of his boxers and I tugged at it, silently urging him to ditch the last piece of fabric that still separated us. He breathed a soft chuckle against my skin, placed another kiss to my collarbone and moved to remove the final article of clothing.
Biting my lip so hard, I thought I might draw blood, I found myself nearly about to drool over this man's naked frame in the morning light. He was perfectly imperfect in every sense of the term. This was the boy next door with the ability to drive your hormones up the wall. It was then that I realized every time Michelle had teased me about my boyfriends not being up to par in the physical aspect, she had been right, and Blake was the exact model of everything I wished my exes had been.
"I don't expect you to..." Blake gestured, knowing that I knew what he meant.
The fact that he cared enough to say it though? Damn.
Truth be told, I desperately wanted to wrap my hand around his pulsing cock and take him down my throat, but there was a part of me that wasn't quite ready for that just yet. And for him to seemingly understand that without me having to say it was priceless to me. That was a real man.
I reached out and grabbed his hand, directing him back on top of me. Once he positioned himself over my body, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed a sloppy, wet kiss to his neck. He knew I was more than ready.
Blake's fingers laced with mine as he held my hands above my head, his eyes boring into mine with a raging desire as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, spreading me open and filling me up. I gasped in shock at his thickness forcing its way in, but my body quickly adjusted to accommodate his size.
"Fuck," he groaned as he pushed further into me.
It felt like I was getting wetter with every inch he buried inside me until finally he'd reached the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, letting me get my bearings, before he started to move. At first, his motions were slow and gentle. But once he knew my body had adjusted to him, he began to thrust inside me, gradually moving faster, plunging deeper, fucking me harder, until I was moaning uncontrollably and dragging my nails down his back.
His moans were the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. I wished I'd had a recording to play back later when he wasn't around. I could get off just on the sounds he made.
"Mackenzie," he moaned loudly in my ear as his thrusts became less rhythmic and I realized he was trying to ask if it was okay.
Through nearly incoherent gasps, I responded, "I'm on birth control."
It was apparently the exact phrase he needed to hear, unable to hold back any longer, and he came hard inside me, sending ribbon after ribbon of pleasure into my wet center just as I felt my own muscles squeeze his cock and I came with a fiery passion.
We laid there for several minutes just panting and trying to collect ourselves until finally Blake took a deep breath and carefully slid himself out of me, rolling over to lay beside me. His hand found mine and intwined our fingers as we both laid there out of breath and staring up at the ceiling.
It was now passed sunrise and the bright morning light was blasting through the window, shining up the room like a searchlight. Coming down from the sexual high, I found myself suddenly exhausted and ready to finally go to sleep, regardless of it being after seven in the morning.
I rolled onto my side and rested my head on Blake's chest, our hands still holding each other. The slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was a comfort and I found myself wishing he would stay for longer than just this day.
"Will you stay with me?" I asked with a yawn, hoping he didn't have other plans for his day off.
Blake turned his head to look at me and smiled. "Of course."
I closed my eyes and within a few minutes, I felt him pull the covers up over both of us. It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep, curled up against his body.