I lift my arms for him when he attempts to pull off my shirt. He throws it to the floor behind me, and his lips reconnect with mine as his hands work the clasp of my bra.
Its not fair. Im about to be left with one article of clothing, and he hasnt removed anything yet.
Youre so beautiful, he whispers, pulling back to slide off my bra. His fingers slip beneath the straps, and he begins to slide them down my arms. Im holding my breath, waiting for him to take it off. I want his mouth on me so bad I cant think straight. When the bra lowers, revealing all of me, he exhales. Wow, he says with shaky breath.
He tosses the bra onto the floor and looks back up at me. He smiles and briefly presses his lips to mine, kissing them softly. When he pulls back, he brings his hands up to my cheeks and looks me in the eyes. You having fun?
I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling as much as I want to smile right now. He leans forward and takes my lip into his mouth, pulling it away from my teeth. He kisses it for a few seconds, then releases it. Dont bite that again, he says. I like seeing you smile.
Of course, I smile again.
My hands are on his shoulders, so I slide them lower on his back and begin to tug on his shirt. He releases my face and lifts his arms so I can take it off of him. I lean back and take him in, just as hes taking me in right now. I run my hands over his chest, touching every contour of every muscle. Youre beautiful, too.
He presses his palms into my back, urging me to sit up straight. As soon as I do, he lowers his mouth to my breast and softly glides his tongue across my nipple. I moan, and he covers it with his mouth completely.
One of his hands moves to my hip and slides beneath the hem of my underwear. I want you on your back, he whispers. He keeps one hand on my back as he seamlessly switches positions, pulling me from his lap to his bed. Hes bent over me now, pulling on my underwear as his tongue dips inside my mouth. My hands immediately fall to the button on his jeans, and I unbutton them, but he pulls away quickly. I wouldnt do that yet, he warns. Otherwise this will be over faster than it started.
I kind of dont care how long it lasts. I just really want his clothes off of him.
He begins to slide my underwear off of me. He bends one of my legs and slips it off my foot, then does the same to the other. Hes definitely not looking me in the eyes anymore.
He allows my legs to fall back to the bed as he stands up straight and backs two feet away from me.
Wow, he whispers, staring down on me. Hes just standing here, staring at me as I lie naked on his bed, while hes still in the comfort of his jeans.
This feels a little unfair, I say.
He shakes his head and pulls his fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles. He turns around until his back is to me and takes a long, deep breath. He faces me again, scrolling up the length of my body until he meets my eyes. Its too much, Tate.
I feel the disappointment seep in with his words. Hes still shaking his head, but hes walking to the nightstand. He picks up the box of condoms and opens it, then pulls one out and puts it between his teeth, ripping it open.
Im sorry, he says, frantically stepping out of his jeans. I wanted this to be good for you. I wanted it to be memorable, at least. Hes out of his jeans now. Hes looking me in the eyes, but Im finding it hard to keep eye contact with him, because now his boxers are off. But if Im not inside you in two seconds, this is going to be really embarrassing for me.
He walks swiftly to me and somehow slides the condom on at the same time as hes pushing my knees apart with his other hand. Ill make it up to you in a few minutes. Promise, he says, pausing between my legs, waiting for my approval.
Miles, I say, I dont care about any of that. I just want you inside me.
Thank God. He sighs. He takes my leg behind the knee with his right hand, and then his lips meet mine. He thrusts himself inside me so unexpectedly hard and fast I practically scream into his mouth. He doesnt stop to ask me if it hurts. He doesnt slow down. He pushes harder and deeper until there isnt any way we could possibly get any closer.
It does hurt but in the best possible way.
Im moaning into his mouth, and hes groaning against my neck, and his lips are everywhere, along with his hands. Its rough. Its carnal and heavy and hot, and its not quiet at all. Its fast, and I can tell by the tensing of his back beneath my hands that he was right. This wont take him long.
Tate, he breathes. God, Tate.
The muscles in his legs become tight, and he begins to shake. Fuck, he groans. His lips press to mine, hard, and he holds himself still, despite the tremors moving throughout his legs and his back. He pulls his lips from mine and exhales a huge breath, dropping his forehead to the side of my head. Jesus f**king Christ, he says, still tense. Still shaking. Still pressed deep inside me.
The second he pulls out of me, his lips are on my neck, moving down until they meet my br**sts. He kisses them but only briefly before hes back at my mouth again. I want to taste you, he says. Is that okay?
I nod.
I nod vigorously.
He pulls away from the bed, disposes of the condom, and returns to his spot next to me. I watch him the entire time, becauseas much as he didnt want to know how long its been since Ive been with a guyits been almost a year. Thats not anywhere near the six years hes waited, but its been long enough that I dont want to miss this by keeping my eyes closed. Especially now that I get to stare freely at that V and not have to be embarrassed by the fact that I cant take my eyes off of him.
Hes watching my body now with the same fascination as his hand glides across my stomach, then moves down until he reaches my thighs. He pushes my legs apart as he watches what hes doing to me with so much enthrallment I have to keep my eyes open so I can watch him watch me. Seeing what I do to him is enough of a turn-on without him even touching me.