Page 47 of Because of Blake
As his hand runs back up my leg, it makes a turn above my knee and settles between my thighs. I don’t know if he can tell how wet my panties are, but I certainly can.
Releasing my nipple, he kisses my body all the way back up to my ear. His breath is hot and heavy against my skin. It feels like desire and lust. I like it.
He takes the lobe between his teeth. “Please, Maggie, may I?” His usual low, gravelly voice sounds strained by self-control.
I hesitate. Not because I don’t want Blake in this moment, but it’s been so long.
“Maggie? You okay?”
“It’s just… It’s been a long time.” My embarrassment surprises me, but I can’t help it.
Blake leans over, putting his finger on my chin and turning my head to meet his comforting gaze. “It’s okay. If you’re not ready, we can stop. But you have to make the call.” His eyes flick to my mouth and back to my eyes. “Are you ready?”
All or nothing, Maggie.An airy, “Yes,” comes out of my mouth.
Blake trails kisses down my neck. His hand pushes my panties aside and he slides a finger inside me, moaning deeply as another finger slips in. “You’re… really ready.”
“For you,” I whisper.
With another moan, Blake lays his thumb on my clit and all his fingers begin twisting and moving in such a way, I lose my mind. Blake’s mouth finds my nipple again, and between the swirling of his tongue and the pulsing of his fingers, I don’t know how much longer I can keep my composure. Not that I’m doing a great job in the first place.
Pressure builds in my abdomen, my back arches, and as my body shakes with release, Blake’s mouth comes back to claim mine. As we kiss, he nudges my legs apart and settles between my thighs, his erection teasing me. I didn’t even notice him take off his boxers.
He leaves my lips, trailing kisses down my jaw. I lie here, waiting with agonizing patience for him to push inside me, but he doesn’t. I lift my head to meet his gaze. “Blake, what’s wrong?”
“I, uh, I need to grab a condom.”
Ireallydon’t want to wait for that. “Are you clean?”
His brow furrows, but he nods.
“Me too. I haven’t been with anyone in three years.”
There’s a brief flash of something resembling sympathy in his eyes, but he blinks, and it’s gone. “I’ll pull out. If that’s okay?”
I nod and wrap my hand around the back of his head, pulling his mouth back to mine. My breath hitches when he presses himself into me, but we both let out strained moans as our bodies become one. Then, slowly, Blake raises himself and begins moving his hips. My hands hold on to his broad shoulders as my legs wrap around his waist, and I hook my ankles behind his back. My head dips backward as my body arches with pleasure.
“Maggie,” Blake grunts. “Maggie, look at me.”
I tip my head forward and my eyes meet his. They lock instantly and his gaze doesn’t waver for a second as his thrusts speed up. He smiles, which prompts me to do the same, but our eyes never leave each other’s. That is, until our gyrating hips get the best of me, and I can’t do anything but let my head fall backward as I cry out his name.
A loud groan escapes Blake as he tenses, shudders, and pulls himself out of me, finishing on my stomach. His head hangs for a moment, his hair tickling my chest. He shivers slightly, and tilts his head up to look me in the eye. Adoration spills from his irises.
My chest heaves with exertion, as does his. Pressing a sweet kiss to my lips, he pushes off of me and heads to the bathroom. Emerging a few seconds later, he brings a handful of tissues to wipe away his mess from my skin. Tossing them in the small wastebasket next to the couch, Blake leans down and hands me my panties.
The smug expression on his face as he dangles my underwear from his finger makes me blush. I don’t know why, though. We just had sex on his couch, so why the sight of him holding my panties embarrasses me, I’ll never know.
After putting on his underwear, he lowers his body to rest on his side, cradling me in his arms. Neither of us says a word for some time. We simply lie together, Blake’s fingers making small circles on my hip.
“How are you doing?” he asks, forcing me to pop my eyes open. I hadn’t noticed them closing.
“I’m… I’m great. How are you?”
“Wonderful.” He exhales, hard. “I don’t want you to think I intended for this to happen tonight.”
I pull away from him a bit. “Didn’t you, though?”
“What? No.” His words are laced with shame. “I certainly intended to kiss you properly, but I never thought we’d end up having sex on my couch. I could have at least given you the courtesy of my bed.”