I Want It That Way - Aguirre Ann - Страница 33

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“Jesus.” He swelled inside me, reacting, so I said it again, until there was only his name, and our bodies, grinding together, faster, harder, harder. His fingers might be bruising my hips, and I didn’t mind.

“Nadia.”

Heated breath misted my lips, so I leaned in those two inches and took his mouth. Almost there. I thought it, didn’t say it, but his mouth said it back, as we pushed home. He jerked and shuddered, and the spiked pleasure rolled through me in waves, tightening my thighs, again, again, until we were panting into each other’s shoulders. My whole body felt loose and warm, the perfect culmination of so many weeks of wanting what I thought I’d never have.

It didn’t happen as I’d expected, but it was amazing sex. Ty kissed my sweaty temple and lifted me off him. He was gone two minutes according to his bedside clock. When he returned, I was a melted puddle of girl on one side of the bed, too spent to crawl under the covers. He shifted them over me and then slipped in beside me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had rolled over, but instead he drew me against him, finding the perfect spot for my head on his shoulder. We fit together like jigsaw pieces, and happiness sparkled through me like a kaleidoscope, all the scintillating colors wheeling through the spectrum in my head.

“Two days isn’t enough,” Ty said. “So I have to ask you to come back in November.”

It thrilled me that he seemed so sure. But then I realized, “That’s Thanksgiving. Won’t you be with your parents? And even if you aren’t, I’m going to Nebraska with Lauren.”

“Fucking holidays.”

I smirked. “Not for me. I’ll be too far away.”

His arms tightened around me. “Don’t say that.”

“I’m coming back, Ty.”

“I know. But I’ll miss you.”

“Me, too. But if you have video chat, we can watch each other do dirty things.”

He turned his head toward me and I caught the faint smile. “You have my attention.”

“It’s not like being here, but—” He already knew that it got me hot to watch, so no need to elaborate.

“I wouldn’t even consider doing it for anyone but you,” he admitted.

“Clearly, I’m special.”

“You have no idea.” Ty kissed the top of my head, my cheeks, my chin and finally my mouth. This kissing was slow and lazy, exploratory and tender, because we were both tapped out, no chance it could lead to sex without us sleeping a few hours first.

But I recalled what he’d said about the little things. I didn’t have long nails, so maybe it wouldn’t be as good, but I drew my fingers lightly down his back. Goose bumps immediately sprang up in the wake of my touch. He practically purred.

“Don’t stop,” he demanded.

“Definitely not. This is one of the benefits of sleeping together.”

“Mmm. God, Nadia. This is too good. You are.”

That alone kept me stroking for ten minutes. But eventually a yawn burst out of me. “I know it’s only ten-thirty, but would you hate me if I went to sleep?”

“Now I know you were made for me. I was just thinking the same thing.”

Never in my life had I slept with a guy, but with Ty, it was perfect. Easy. I just rolled over on my left side, he tucked himself behind me, and we both winked out. Four hours later, according to the clock, I woke up needing to pee. He was still holding me, so it took some doing to get out from under his arm without waking him.

Tiptoeing back from the bathroom, I remembered his confession, and a devilish impulse took over. Instead of settling quietly on my side of the bed, I burrowed under the covers and found him half-hard already. A few gentle strokes and he grew out of my palm.

He shifted, spreading his thighs to make room, and for a few tense seconds, I thought he was awake. But his breathing remained steady, and I hoped like hell that he was dreaming what I suspected he might be. Imagining the moment when he came in the dream and woke up coming, well, it was all I could do not to put my hand between my legs right then.

I didn’t tease. Gently I licked up and down until he was well lubricated, then I sucked him into my mouth. He tasted clean and I savored the contrast of hardness and silky skin rubbing over my tongue. Keeping my teeth well away, I gradually increased the pressure of the suction, until he started to move, taking my mouth in slow, dreamy thrusts.

“Harder. Suck harder.” By the mumbling quality of his tone, he had to be mostly still asleep, but lost in the pleasure, lost in me.

I had to shift, get the covers between my legs, so I had something to rub against. For long, delicious moments, I made love to him with my mouth while circling my hips and squeezing my thighs against the comforter. Not ideal, but I needed two hands to caress and make it good for him. Mmm. Getting close. I was slick and moving faster, sucking harder. A minute later, dream and reality merged when he arched and groaned out my name. Ty spurted into my mouth as I came, and then he was up on an elbow, such a delicious mix of rosy sex and confusion. His eyes were half-open, and he pulled back the covers to rest his hands on my head while I gently eased him through the aftershocks. For a few seconds, his throat worked, but no sound emerged.

Then he dragged me up on top of him, kissing me so fiercely that I went light-headed. He had to taste himself on my tongue, but it didn’t seem to bother him. His cock was slick and sticky between us, softening against me, but he didn’t ease up on the fervor of his hold or the ferocious gratitude of his mouth.

When he finally pulled back, he couldn’t seem to stop tasting me. Lips, eyelids, cheeks, chin, temples. Everywhere, everything, he wanted all of me.

“Nobody’s ever made my dreams come true before,” he finally whispered.

“Then you were due.”

“I’m afraid if I blink, you’ll be gone. I didn’t think anyone would put up with the rules and limitations that go along with me.”

“You’re worth it.” My tone must’ve convinced him I meant it because his expression softened, and he shifted so he could hold me properly; a relief because it wasn’t comfortable to rest directly on top of him. I was too tall, too worried that I might be crushing him.

“I swear, you moving into this building is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

With a grin, I answered, “If I’d known the complex came with such perks, I’d have signed the lease sooner. You’re way better than the weight room.”

“Am I?” Teasingly, he dipped his fingers between my thighs, and then breathed out a soft curse. “Fuck. Sucking me made you come.”

“Yep.” Well, the blanket helped. But it was better for his ego not to hear that, and he could use the self-confidence. Fixed on old mistakes, Ty didn’t seem to have a clue how incredible he was.

I intended to spend the weekend showing him.

Around eleven the next morning, Ty stirred beside me. I had been awake for fifteen minutes, but it was such a luxury to cuddle with him that I didn’t move. His hand stirred on my back in lazy sweeps, long before he opened his eyes. The smile started there, when his gaze met mine. It wasn’t awkward or strange, and I could tell he was happy to see me, not just in the euphemistic sense.

He stretched lazily. “I feel fantastic.”

“Me, too. Should we get up?”

“Probably.”

I rolled out of bed and used the bathroom first, then he took a turn, and afterward, we shared a splashy, playful shower. He dried me off with slow, teasing sweeps of the towel, and if I wasn’t so damn hungry, I would’ve hauled him back to bed. While I dug through my backpack, looking for my cosmetic case, he kissed my shoulder.

“Lose something?”

“I found it.”

“Cucumber lotion?” He didn’t even look at the label.

Curious, I opened the bottle and warmed some in my palms. “It’s cucumber and green tea. But how did you know?”

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