Page 48 of In Darkness We Claim

A shiver ripples down my spine at his words, and I can’t help but look down at the tent in his trousers, where his rock-hard length is pressing against my thigh, trying to break free from its constraints.

Lawson sees me staring and reaches over to grab my hand. He has to pry my fingers from the tight grip I have on the duvet, but once he has them free, he pulls my hand over and rests it on top of his length.

“Feel how fucking hard you make me,” he tells me, as he uses his hand on top of mine to direct me.

He wraps my hand around his length, encouraging me to squeeze just enough that he lets out a low groan as he rocks against my palm. I keep my hand in place as I look up at him, hoping he’s going to continue giving me instructions.

“D-do I… Should I…” I flick my gaze down to his length and back, hoping the movement will make clear what I’m struggling to put into words.

His brow furrows, like he’s struggling to understand my clearly very vague code. “Use your words,” he repeats.

I pull in a deep breath and try to push away the nerves just enough to get my sentence out. “Should I take off your trousers?”

His smile grows, making him look almost predatory as he moves my hand beneath his, showing me how to stroke along the length of his cock, which I can feel getting bigger under my touch.

“You can do whatever you want to me, sweetheart.”

Well, that’s both a massive turn-on and utterly terrifying. I mean, I know what I want him to do to me, but what I’m supposed to do to him is something else entirely.

I drop my gaze, unable to meet his eyes as I allow myself to be vulnerable with him again. “What if I do something wrong?”

He hooks his finger under my chin and tilts my head back until I’m forced to look at him, and the way he’s staring at me has my breath hitching. “You can’t do anything wrong. Just do what feels good for you, and I’ll guide you with what I like.”

There’s a softness to his voice, and the way he’s looking at me makes me shiver, and I wonder, not for the first time, whether the Lawson the world sees is the real guy, or if he puts on an act to play the role that’s expected of him. I’m very aware that could be my wishful thinking.

“I want to see you,” I tell him.

He pulls back just enough that he’s able to shuffle around until he’s slid his trousers and boxers down, before kicking them the rest of the way until they fall to the floor beside the bed. When he turns back to me, in all his naked glory, I’m completely lost for words. I can’t help but stare at his hard length as it rests against his lower abdomen.

It’s so big, there’s no way it will fit!

It looks almost velvety soft, except for the deep vein running along the underside of the shaft. Then you get to the tip and it almost looks angry, with its deep purple colour, and the pre-cum gathered on the head.

Just as I’m thinking that I kinda want to touch it, Lawson reaches over and grabs my hand again, guiding me the way he was before until my palm is wrapped around his soft skin.

When I tighten my grip, Lawson lets out a deep moan, and I quickly pull back, thinking I must have done something wrong, but he drags my hand back into position. “Keep doing that,” he tells me, as he uses his hand to show me how to move mine along his length.

It doesn’t take long for me to get the hang of it as I slide my hand from base to tip, sweeping my thumb over the pre-cum beaded on the head to help slicken up his length as I repeat the process. I keep my grip firm, and though I start slow, a little unsure of myself, I quickly fall into a rhythm.

I watch the way Lawson’s chest rises and falls quicker, the little gasps he makes as he tries to pull in air, and the way his body tenses as I slide my thumb over his sensitive tip. I love the way he rocks his hips into my hand, forcing me to speed up and give him what he wants.

Lawson’s cheeks are flushed, his mouth falls open just slightly as his eyes seem to glaze over with lust, and I can’t help but feel pride that I’m able to give a man like Lawson pleasure.

All the time I’m stroking his length, Lawson presses kisses over my body, trailing his fingers over my skin. Each time he cups my mound, or glides over my upper thighs, I hold my breath and try not to get distracted from my task, while silently begging him to touch me where I need him most.

His teasing is maddening, so when he finally slides his fingers back into my pussy, a cry of pleasure rips from me, and I gasp as he stretches me while sinking them in deep.

My grip on his dick tightens, and a low groan rumbles from his chest, the sound vibrating through my bones. As his fingers curl deep within me, a sharp, electric jolt shoots through me, and for a dizzying moment, a kaleidoscope of bright stars explodes behind my closed eyelids.

“Oh, shit,” I mutter, my hand frozen around his length as I struggle to think about anything except the way his fingers are making me feel.

“Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that. Let me hear a proper curse word,” he chuckles, not missing a beat as he pushes me to let go.

Lawson continues thrusting his fingers in and out, speeding up each time, my muscles coiling tight as the pleasure within me builds, setting my nerve endings on fire. Then he does it again, curling his fingers in just the right spot, and I cry out his name as I rock against him.

“I love hearing you scream my name,” he whispers against my ear, and for just a second, I’m shocked to find him so close. My eyes had been tightly closed as I got lost in the sensations, and I hadn’t realised he’d leaned in until I heard his voice vibrating against my cheek.

As I stare at his heated expression, it’s like the fog in my brain clears and I remember I’m still holding his dick in my hand. I had been so lost in the overwhelming sensations his fingers were creating, I’d stopped moving my hand, just holding him as if I couldn’t do anything else.