“No, Precious, slow. This is going to last,” he breathed against my damp skin.  Still he moved calmly, farther down, until his fingers found my opening and pressed inside me. His free hand moved to tease my other nipple while his fingers found a leisurely pace gliding in and out of me.

It was exactly what I needed, where I needed it. Biting my lip, I tried to hold back my moans and hide that I was close to the edge, but again, he knew my body as well as I did and pulled out of me.

“Get out of the water,” he instructed me, then lifted me under my arms until I pushed my feet under myself and stood. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around myself before turning to give him a confused look. He followed me out and slung one around his hips. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tugged me into my bedroom. Once we were next to the bed, he removed both our towels.

I climbed onto the center of the bed and lay on my back, knowing that was how he liked me. Smiling, he crawled onto the foot and spread my feet apart. His smile grew wider as he looked up the center of my body to meet my gaze. Having his eyes on me while his beautiful face lit up set me on fire. My pussy was crying out from not being allowed to get off. I had to fight to now writhe my hips as need coursed through me when my eyes dropped to his erection that begged for attention.

“Beautiful. Every single inch,” he said, lowering his head between my thighs. His tongue slid all the way up my crease and he looked at me again. Licking his lips, he said, “So delicious.”

I fisted my hands in the sheets, knowing I could never hold off an orgasm when his mouth was on me — he was too good. Unlike every other time, though, he took his time licking every inch of me before dipping between my swollen lips and teasing my clit, then my opening and even my rosette before moving back up to the top of my slit.

He’d barely touched me and I was already breathing fast. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I convulsed from the sudden shot of pleasure that came from the single point of my body. He gently flicked the swollen nub as two fingers pressed into me. Just like everything else, they moved slowly in and out, tormenting me.

I didn’t think I could take anymore. Thankfully, he seemed to sense it and moved up my body. He stopped to trace my nipples with the tip of his tongue before finally bringing his mouth to mine. My lips parted instantly and I could taste myself on him.

Shifting his hips, his erection found my opening and slowly entered me. Pushing off the mattress, he shifted his hips against mine and even though I tried to align our bodies, he made sure it he didn’t slip in me. As he looked down at me, one of his hands slipped down to position himself at my entrance and he smiled. He decided when. His finger flicked against my clit before his hand moved up to cup my cheek. Slowly, he rocked against me and I wrapped my legs around his calves and tightened my arms around his back. Once his balls rested against my ass, he stopped to slow steady movements.

“You feel so good, Precious,” he sighed before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“Yes, but it’s not enough,” I groaned. I didn’t care if I got another punishment, I needed to come.

“But it is. Relax and leave it to me.”

“I’m trying,” I whimpered. I could never get off with slow and easy. It had to be hard and fast to get anywhere.

“No, you just think you are. Calm your mind. Trust me to give you what you need,” he said, his warm breath mingling with mine while his weight pressed into me.

Taking a deep breath of my own, I thought only of John and our night together, him sliding in and out of me, his body against mine. I felt it then, the building of an orgasm. As soon as I focused on it, it disappeared and I let out a frustrated groan.

“I can’t.”

“Try again. You can.” His voice held so much patience and love I couldn’t help but listen.

When I felt the gathering of pleasure, I ignored it as best I could and stayed focused on his slow thrusts and the friction of my nipples against his chest. The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me. The trust, the acceptance that I’d never found anywhere else, it was all right there.

“Come, Precious,” John said, and I did. I exploded around him. My nails dug into the flesh of his back, my eyes clenched closed as every muscle tightened painfully before releasing into a completely relaxed state. “Good girl.”

As I recovered from my racing heart and rapid breathing, I found John kneeling over my chest. His hand slid up and down his length as he waited for me to float back down.

“Suck me off. Coat your throat with me. Mark it as mine.” His eyes glowed in the dim light. He was only inches from my face. Taking a moment, I took a mental picture of him with his hand riding his cock as he stared at me. It was me that turned him on that much and a spark of happiness shot through my entire body.

Licking my lips, I lifted my head and took him into my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked his erection as deep as I could. Cradling his balls in one hand, I wrapped the other around the base of his cock, the part I couldn’t get in my mouth because of the angle. It only took a few strokes before he fisted his hand in my hair and shouted my name as come spurted down my throat.

“God, I think I love you,” John said still breathing hard as he moved back down the bed to pull me so I rested on his heaving chest.

“No, you love my body,” I joked, resting a hand under my chin as I looked up at his face, but he didn’t smile or respond, simply met my gaze for a moment.

“Maybe,” he finally whispered. He tucked my head into his chest and murmured, “Sleep, Precious.”

I couldn’t help but do as I was told. I was exhausted, but it had certainly been a night to remember.

In the morning, I was surprised to find John still wrapped around me. I hadn’t expected him to stay the whole night. Running a hand down his stubble-lined cheek, I smiled. I still couldn’t believe he was in my bed. As much as I wanted to enjoy him the way he was, I feared he needed to go to work.

“John?” I whispered, stroking his cheek again.

“Precious.” His lips barely moved and his eyes stayed closed.

“John? Do you need to work today?” I asked, even though I still wasn’t sure he was awake.

He groaned and opened his eyes. It was the first time I’d ever seen him pout. Pulling me closer to him, he rolled onto his back while glancing at the clock.

“Yes, unfortunately. I’m late already, but I really don’t want to go,” he spoke into my hair as he ran a hand over it.

“Well, as much as I don’t want you to leave, you better get a move on. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.” I sat up and the sheet fell to my lap exposing my breasts.

“That is not the way to motivate me to go to work.” His eyes were locked on my hard nipples. Licking his lips, he moved toward me, but I jumped out of the bed.

“Come on. None of that,” I laughed when his pout reappeared. “I’ll see you after you are done at work.”

He let out a long, resigned sigh before climbing from the bed. His cock stood erect, but he didn’t seem to notice as he scratched his stomach and stretched.

“I’ll call you later,” he said, wrapping a hand around me before I could dodge him again. He bit my lip then gave me a tender kiss before releasing me again. As he gathered his clothes and put them on, he watched me. “I could get used to waking up next to you.”

“Me too,” I smiled and wrapped a robe around my nude body. After another kiss, he left and I fell onto the bed to relive the entire night in my head.

Chapter 8

John

I’d never been a morning person, but being roused by Alix seemed to have changed that. After a quick stop at my apartment to shower, I headed to the office. Since I was late, I knew I’d have a couple upset patients to deal with, but it also reinforced the fact that I needed a receptionist. So after calling everyone and letting them know I was running late, I made the call I’d been putting off.