Ember. | #1 Axis Series

9. The Decision

...Part Two...

I wake the next morning to strong arms coiled around me, keeping me warm. I slowly turn until I'm facing him. He's still asleep, his features softened and at ease. He's still shirtless, showing every ridge and plain of his chest and shoulders. I take a moment to admire this fine specimen of a man. His lips are parted and his eyelashes brush the tops of his cheeks.

"You're starting to creep me out with all that staring, Em," Troy's gruff and thick voice grunts. I snap out of my daze.

His eyes open to meet mine and his arms tighten around me, bringing me closer to him. Who knew Troy Lancaster is a cuddler?

"Hi," I whisper shyly.

"I didn't think you could get any more beautiful. I was wrong," he says, his heated gaze making me blush. He kisses me sweetly and pulls back. "Sleep well?"

I nod. "Yeah, I didn't realize how tired I was."

He grins as he runs his fingers through my long hair. "I know. I came up when Axton left and you were snoring."

I gasp. "I don't snore."

He snorts a laugh and rolls me onto my back, coming to rest above me. He runs his nose down my cheek and says, "Can I get a good morning kiss, my sweet Ember?"

I smile. "Go for it, Mr. Lancaster."

His eyes darken before his lips hit mine and I feel the ache between my legs grow stronger. Need courses through my veins and I run my tongue along his bottom lip boldly. His mouth opens enough for his tongue to tangle with mine as it plunges and transforms me into mush.

My nails scratch at his hips where the band of his sweatpants are until I'm able to push my hands underneath the material, only for them to be ripped away when Troy moves to take off the t-shirt I'm wearing of his. The action leaves me naked except for my panties and Troy moves again to kneel between my legs. His lips trail down my stomach and his tongue circles my navel, making me shiver. I grip his hair in my hand and earn a growl in approval.

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't wait any longer," he says, rising and tearing my panties down my legs.

Then, his lips are sucking and pulling on my right n****e, his left hand running along a smooth thigh. The other inches at my s*x, desperate desire pumping through my veins. His middle finger brushes my clit then my entrance before easing in, making my back arch at the much-needed pleasure. A second finger joins it and begins thrusting slowly, making my toes curl.

"Troy," I whimper softly, making his eyes meet mine. "Please."

"What do you want, Em? Tell me."

"I want you. Please," I beg, despite my heating cheeks.

He studies me for a moment before moving off the bed. I'm about to protest until his sweatpants drop from his hips and onto the floor, revealing the beast between his legs. How is it possible for a man to be that long and thick?

He reaches into the nightstand on my side and snags a condom before unwrapping it and rolling it on. He goes back to his previous position with me on the bed and cups my face in his hands. "Are you sure you want this, Em?"

I nod, proving my answer by tipping my hips up. He nods in acknowledgment and kisses me once more before lining himself up with my entrance, rubbing my clit in small circles simultaneously. I moan softly when my orgasm pulls me under and he thrusts forward, breaking my hymen. He stops afterward and checks to see if I'm in any pain, but there is none to check for. Feeling him buried inside me is something I could've never imagined until I experienced it. The closeness feels perfect and I've never wanted anything more than I do right now.

"I'm okay," I whisper to him and his forehead rests on my chest.

"Are you sure? Because, baby, I can't wait. You feel too good," he groans, running a hand along my ribs where lungs rise and fall somewhat quickly.

"Yes, I'm okay," I respond and he lifts his head, meeting my eyes again.

He slowly pulls out before quickly plunging back in, eliciting a moan from my parted lips. He repeats multiple times before I grow impatient and clutch his butt in my hands, bringing him closer. Troy groans when my muscles clench around his length and starts to finally quicken the pace until he's slamming into me.

The bed frame hits the wall from the force of his thrusts and my body arches and submits to the pleasure. I skate my nails down his back and match his rhythm until I feel the hurricane of tightening and explosions burst inside me, making me release a scream. Troy thrusts even harder before burying himself to the root and barking a loud, "f**k!"

His lips rest against my neck where my pulse is as I slowly come back to reality, feeling aftershocks buzz through me. "Wow," I pant breathlessly. "Is s*x always like this?"

Troy's head whips up immediately and a smile of bliss forms on his face. He shakes his head. "Hell no. Just with you, baby," he tells me.

I giggle and trace my fingers over one of the tattoos on his chest. "Oh," I whisper, blushing again.

He rolls over onto his back and brings me with him, still connected to me. He runs his hands along my skin and I rest on top of him until our breathing evens. "I hope I didn't tire you too much," he says.

I lift my head to look at him. "Why?"

He grins. "Because I plan to do that many times today."