Page 88 of Because of Blake

He backs away slowly, keeping my gaze. Once he’s across the room, he turns his back to me, and before I know it, his pants are off. I’m so taken aback by his performance, I almost don’t notice the new boxers he’s wearing, covered in pink and red hearts.

I can’t take it anymore, and a laugh bursts from my lips. I clamp my hand over my mouth.

He turns his head over his shoulder, giving me a pouty face before spinning around. The pout drops, and desire overcomes his features. My chest rises and falls rapidly as he stalks to me again.

This time, instead of leaning forward to kiss his stomach, I reach my hands around him and grip his ass. He sucks in a breath as I squeeze, and he misses a couple lines of the song. I look up at him, my most sultry face plastered on as I lick my lips.

His cheeks redden beneath his beard, but he finishes the song, ending on a fantastic display of how well he’s learned to gyrate his hips. I lie on my back on the couch and he crawls over me, resting his forearms on either side of my head. His new boxers suddenly seem much tighter than before.

I run my finger along his collarbone. “You’ve been holding back. Who knew you had such great moves?”

“I’m full of surprises, Maggie, my dear.”

“Obviously.”

His eyes search mine. “So, you liked it? It was good?”

“Mhm. Just wait until you see my panties.”

Without another word, his mouth crashes onto mine with a furious passion I haven’t felt in weeks. He shifts his weight onto one arm, running his other hand down my side and between my legs. I gasp at his touch. I’ve missed him. My head falls back, a small moan leaving my lips as I twist my fingers into his hair.

He peppers kisses down my throat and across my collarbone. When he gets to the collar of my shirt, his hands find their way to my back, and he lifts me up to sit. My shirt comes off over my head and Blake stares at me.

A little staring is good. This much makes me squirm.

He chuckles at my unease. “We’ve been together how long, and you still get nervous when I look at you?”

“I can’t help it. You have an effect on me.”

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “I hope that’s not the only effect I have on you tonight.” And with that, he presses his lips back to mine, lowering me to the couch. In one fell swoop, my pants come off.

Luckily, when I changed earlier, I made sure to change into a matching bra and panties set. And I had the brains enough to make sure it was red, for Valentine’s Day, of course.

Blake runs his hands down my body, his fingertips lingering on the lace covering my most intimate parts. “Is this new?”

“Mhm,” I hum against his mouth before pulling away. “I’ve got a few surprises, too.”

“Our surprises should get together.”

Once again, our lips and tongues are a tangle of desire. His hands roam wildly while mine stay satisfied to trail the ridges of his shoulders and back, making a pit-stop in his hair every now and then. He feels amazing on my fingertips, and I realize how long it’s actually been.

Blake spends the night at our house several times a week now, but it’s never kid-free. That being said, it makes having intimate time much more difficult. Which is why I need to make this count.

I push up onto my elbows, making Blake rise. He pulls away, but I throw my hand around his head and keep our lips together. I run my hand down his neck, across his shoulder, down his ribs and graze my fingertips along the waistband of his boxers. His abdomen trembles at my touch.

Deepening the kiss, I run my palm along his hardened length. It makes me shudder with need. I weave my legs with his, my body writhing beneath him as he groans into my mouth before trailing kisses down to my breasts. My nipples harden under the lace.

His short facial hairs get stuck in the flimsy material, so he tugs down to tweak my nipple between his fingers.

As I move my hand from his cock, I press my hips to his. He tries to cover up his gasp by taking my nipple into his mouth. I’d smile, but between his expert tongue and his hard cock against my clit I can’t even remember to breathe.

He makes enough space between our bodies to work his hand between my thighs. His fingers run along the thin lace barrier, and he groans. “You weren’t kidding.”

“I’m even wetter inside,” I whisper.

Another deep growl crawls out of his throat, and he goes back to tongue twirling my nipple. He pushes my panties aside and slides his fingers into me. Slow, methodical movements at first, Blake picks up the pace with each glorious minute until I’m putty in his hands.

My head falls back against the couch and my fingers twist into his hair as I buck against his fingers.