Prove It: Part 2
I started from the top, cherishing every inch of his perfectly sculpted face without once kissing his lips. He made a sound of disapproval, deep in his throat but my hands dipping far beneath the sheets, distracted him easily enough, preventing him from being too displeased. His body tensed, growing firm in my hold. It wasn't soon before long that I could feel the muscles in his stomach clenching, his sculpted chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths as he struggled for control over himself.
I could read him well enough by now to know when he was close, when he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. And that was when I'd let go, prolonging his release seconds before. I got away with it twice but on the third time, he reached for me. I only just barely dodged his hands, grabbing a hold of wrists. I knew that if he really wanted to, he'd break my hold and take control but he was letting me have my fun, enjoying this as much as I was.
I guided his hands back down to the bed-sheet on either side of him. "Nope," I chastised. "You said it was my turn so you have to go by my rules."
"Since when?" he chuckled.
"Since I made it up just now. No touching. It's distracting."
He laughed softly but complied, keeping his hands to himself.
I started over from the beginning, working my way from the top but with an added twist. Just as my hands wound themselves around him, I'd stop without touching him with more than a simple brush of my fingertips. He reacted as though with a jolt just as I slid my hands into safer territory.
"You're killing me."
"Isn't that the point?"
"No. It was for you to prove you love me as much as I love you."
"I'm following the rules. No words. Only my body."
"But your torturing me in the process."
I lifted on shoulder in a shrug. "I'm having fun with it."
Before he could say anymore, I pushed off of him sitting up. I touched every inch of him available to me, following my touches with a gently sweep of my lips before finally reaching the spot he craved me most. I kissed along and around his taunt, velvety, never fully taking him between my lips. I let my nails gently scrape down his skin, stopping at the firm muscle of his thighs, hovering there as I watching his hands clutch the sheets in a death grip.
"Roza..." he said both pleading and warning.
If I played this game too long he'd try to take over. I loved it when he was in control but this time, I wanted to be the catalyst of his release. Deciding I'd tortured both of us long enough, I finally took him in, gradually lowering my mouth down until I couldn't take any more. He sighed with both relief and agony when I stilled, only moving my tongue around his firm warmth. I was careful with my teeth, barely brushing the skin there but he trusted me as I trusted him, never worried I'd hurt him.
Even with only the light spilling from the window, I could see his hands aching to touch me. I missed his touch, the feel of his rough palms on my skin, his hold on me, but wanted to see how long he could hold off. He had more will power than I did because I would have broken a long time ago. I wasn't until one particularly long, unyielding pull of my mouth around him that he couldn't take it anymore. His fingers locked into my hair but never tugged and hurried me along. I knew he just wanted to touch me and that was all of me he could reach without sitting up completely, a position he was incapable of at the moment.
His back arched, muscles rippling and tightening as he reached the cusp of his breaking point. That was when I made my move. In one quick motion I released him from my mouth, moved into position over his body with spread my knees on either side of him, before quickly lowering myself down. We both cried out, him low and guttural and me in aching pleasure in how good it felt to have him inside me. We moved slowly together, in sync as we always were, are hips joined and rocking in one fluid motion like our own private dance. I steady myself with my hands on his chest while he kept a hold of me at my waist. I reached for one of his hands, kissing his palm before making my way to his long fingers, moistening one of them in my mouth the same way he did me before. I released him slowly, moving his hands first to my chest where I wanted him second to where he was inside me now. He brushed the sensitive skin there, playing with me until my nipple pebbled. He surprised me by sitting up and taking me in his mouth, kiss first one breast with ample attention and then the other, pulling back only to blow on my moistened skin. I shivered, reaching my peak and ready to let go. I'd held both of us back long enough.
Knowing I was just as primed to fall into bliss as he was, he helped me along. He as everywhere at once, moving beneath me, his lips on my chest, one hand locked in my hair, pulling it back with just enough force to tilt my head to meet his gaze, while the other hand hand found its way right above where we were connected, deft but tenderly rubbing at the sensitive numb as we both fell apart in a soft chorus of breaths and relieved, pleasurable cries.
We collapsed as one big heap back onto the bed, still connected as we finally met in frenzied kisses on the lips. We fought for air but couldn't seem to part from one another long enough to catch our breath. Countless time passed before we calmed and settled down, still locked in our embrace, our bodies together in the most intimate of ways, neither of us ready to separate just yet.
I'd more than proven it with my body. In fact, we both had. We could go a thousand lifetimes without ever saying it and I'd know with one look into his eyes that he loved me, the same way he could look at me know I loved him. Still, it never hurt to say it aloud every once in a while. It was nice to hear, putting it out into the world for the universe to hear.
"I love you."
He laughed slightly and I knew seconds before he said it, what he was going to say. "You always say that."
"I always mean it," I countered, still trying to catch my breath enough to laugh at the fact that we were quoting each other.
"I'm not sure I believe you."
"Oh right. I left out the most important part: thank you for letting me into your pants...so to speak."
We fell into laughter, tangled together, more than aware how much we loved each other as we drifted off into a satisfied, blissful sleep.
A/N: Well that's the end of that one! Thoughts? Love it? Hate it? I already have next short written. It ran a little long so it might be three parts instead of just two. Thanks for reading!
