Ahh... Okay, I'm feeling rather insecure about this chapter and I have a feeling I'll go back and heavily edit this when I get the chance.
But, I do think this is an important scene to at least try and write out. It's a major turning point in their development (relationship-wise) as a whole, so here it is...
I'm sorry- 
The only thing in my mind are those hands. Those hands trailing along the side of my waists. The warm trails of heat they leave as they drift from one spot of my sensitive skin to another. Those hands make my hot body burn even more by the second the lower they go. 
His hands are making me lose my mind. 
"Come here," he drags his hands to my upper thighs, coaxing me to wrap them around his waist as he carries us to the bed that seems to be calling for us. He wastes no time setting me down on the floor to push my jeans and briefs down before pushing my butt onto the bed. "Relax..." his right hand lays flat on my bare chest and he drags it down my stomach all the way to my hip bone where it rests. 
His left, however, is playing rather sneaky right now as I can feel it teasing and prodding the areas around my groin. I'm a moaning and whimpering mess by the time he finally touches me. "Please... I-" My hips jump off the bed briefly, but he's quick to stop my movement with his right hand pushing my hips back down. "Please..." I whisper.
My eyes adjust to the dark room just enough for me to see his eyes flit back up to my face and I can feel a smirk tug on his lips when he leaves a trail of kisses up both of my thighs. "Please what?" He continues with the teasing, his lips dragging back and forth on the goosebumps on my legs and I can feel my body start to shake with the treatment. 
"I need..." I gasp, my elbows falling back onto the bed as his left hand gives a tight squeeze around my shaft. "to..." The words don't leave my mouth, or rather, they can't as my mind becomes foggier and foggier the more I tune into his touches. 
"I know," his hand finally starts moving. My hips automatically try to move again, but his fingertips digging into my skin warn me to not even try. Incoherent mumbles and moans leave me and once his teeth bite into the skin of my inner thigh, a particularly sensitive part of my body apparently, I'm gone. Lost into the world he brought me into. The world where only he exists. His mouth. His hand. His touch. Him. 
He's the only thing on my mind. Him and the pleasure he's giving that I haven't felt in a long, long while.
I can feel my own sweat drizzle down my neck to my collarbone and I gasp out a warning that I'm so, so close. I need it. I need it so bad. 
"I got you," I didn't even notice my hand flailing around for something, anything, to hold onto. To ground me. A hand leaves my hips to interlock our fingers and I've never been so happy to be holding hands with someone. He leaves his crouching position to loom over my body that is now splayed out semi-awkwardly on their bed. His left hand is still going strong, his thumbs pushing along my tip every time his hand comes back up my shaft. 
I find myself full on whimpering at one point, knowing for a fact that he could easily tell where my most sensitive areas are in just these few short minutes. I've never even heard these frantic, bordering on hopelessly turned on, sounds coming out of my mouth before. He brings our interlocked hands above my head, his neck cranes to bring his head down to my neck. He leaves a few pecks along the side of my neck, behind my earlobe, and even along the length of my collarbones. I can't take it anymore...
"I'm gonna..." my hips buck once and he smiles down at me once he's done attacking my chest with those gorgeous lips of his.
He brings his face down again, stopping a few inches away from my own. I feel our nose graze on another, but my eyes close due to the stimulation happening seemingly everywhere. "Cum for me." His eyes stay on me, I can feel him watching my every expression. As much as I want to open my eyes and have that intimate moment with him, they're glued shut.
                                      
                                   
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RomanceBetrayal. That's the only way to describe the feeling his boyfriend of 5 years has brought him. What does it mean to be in a polyamorous relationship? Should he have really felt the way he did all those months? The questions drown his thoughts and...
 
                                               
                                                  