Betrayal

Chapter 54

Ali

I slowly open my eyes to light coming in.

I'm on fire and feel the sweat on my back. I can also feel him, his cock, pressed against my ass. One of his hands in on my thigh and the other is gripping one of my tits. I rub my eyes and look back at him over my shoulder. His mouth is open, his hair is a mess, and he's fast asleep.

I always loved seeing him like this. So vulnerable, not knowing I'm looking at him, dead to the world. I'm careful not to wake him as I roll onto my other side. I look his body over. He stayed in such good shape. He's just as he was. And his cock is so hard and big that it's peeking out from the bottom of his briefs. I bite my lip as I stare at it. After last night I want to slide down and suck it.

Restraint. I've gotta restrain my urges. He said slow. We're gonna do this right for once. And I want it. I want him. I'm more sure of it now than I was when we left the restaurant. We didn't even do anything. Just talking a little bit and spending time with him, sleeping in his arms... I want this to work. I thought he would try fuck me last night. I think he was close to it when we were in his bedroom, but he didn't.

I told myself I wasn't waiting for him, but I was. I always was. I didn't have him at the forefront of my mind, but he was always there because I love him so immensely. And now we're here.

I touch his chest and run my fingers through the hair, tug it gently, and kiss it.I scratch his stubble, trace his lips, his jaw line, and the cleft on his chin. He's such a beautiful, handsome man. I know he loves me. I believe him. And I believe that he hasn't been with anyone else. It was abundantly clear when I took my towel off and his cock looked like it was trying to burst out of his pants in an instant.

I search his face again and lean in slowly, then kiss him softly on the lips. It's the first time I've kissed him again. I can smell his breath and breathe it in, kiss him again, and when I pull back his eyes are open and set on mine. It makes me gasp. He slips his fingers into my hair, pulls my face to his, and presses his mouth to mine.

I lose my senses and become hypersensitive all at once as he takes my mouth over. Our kisses are slow and deep, our tongues intertwining, no air, no space, just spit and heat and aching in my stomach. Oh, god. Each one hits me square between the legs, turning my insides, making them slip and slide and melt.

"Oh, my god. You taste so good, baby," he murmurs in a raspy voice. "Jesus. Fuck."

Jesus Christ.

He pulls me closer to him, right against him, and then on top of him as he rolls onto his back. His cock is between my legs and I roll my hips, rubbing back and forth against it. The groan that comes from him is strangled and low.

"Don't do that to me," he begs softly. "I can't take it unless we don't stop."

I kiss him again, then stare at his face.

"You said you wanted to take it slow," I whisper.

"I want to take it as slow as you want to, Ali."

I know we should wait. I know we should. But what the hell am I supposed to do? I love him. He loves me. Neither of us have had sex in three years. We slept on the couch together last night. And I can't help myself. What fucking difference does it make if we do it now or do it a week from now?

His eyes widen when I begin to move my hips against him again. He grips me tightly, digging his fingers into my ass, and bites his bottom lip.

"Spit in my mouth," he mutters. "I wanna taste you. I need it."

I sigh and lean close to him. I've never done this before. He always did it to me. As soon as I spit he's kissing me, pulling it from my mouth, and shoving his tongue down my throat. He's definitely awake now.