A/n: Just a reminder, ALL characters are 18+ throughout this ENTIRE story. Enjoy!

His breath was soft and cool against the back of your neck. His hands were flames against your exposed skin, leaving a blazing trail of goosebumps wherever they went.

It was an incredibly hot night, the box fan that faced his bed did little to stop the summer heat that had you both sweating bullets, even in your limited clothes. Your shared blanket lay abandoned on the floor. He was stripped down to his boxers; your sports bra and booty shorts did little to stop his roaming hands, not that you'd want them to anyways. This certainly wasn't the first time you'd stayed the night, and you were more than comfortable sleeping in the same bed with him. But this is the first time his hands roamed so freely across your body. Usually, he was incredibly shy when it came to this part of your relationship, only going as far as make-out sessions and kissing your neck.

The way his hands drifted over your chest, the way his lips drifted down the back and sides of your neck now, left your head cloudy with desire. Your rear pressed into his groin as he spooned you, and you were almost worried that if you tried to shift your lower body he'd realize just how close he was and back off. Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case as he pressed even closer, rolling his head around to kiss up your jawline. You tilted your head towards his and locked your lips for a moment.

When you parted, you caught a twinkle in his eye in the low lighting. He held your gaze, lips drifting down your chest towards your bra. You couldn't tear your gaze away. Your stomach quivered with anticipation, and your mouth went dry as you waited for his next move. His fingers wormed under your bra slowly, his eyes holding yours in the same fierce gaze as he clumsily swiped his hand across your nipple. He closely observed your reactions, watching for any sign he was crossing a boundary. You suddenly realized that at some point you had rolled over onto your back, and he was now leaning over you.

Your hands ran over the smooth skin of his shoulders, giving him the go-ahead and he smiled softly at you and looked back down at your chest. With just one kiss at the valley, the hunger for his lips on your body was already burning in you. His lips left gentle butterfly kisses across your shoulders while his hands slipped under you on both sides, his chest touching yours as he found your bra clasp. With all the practiced grace of an amateur, he fumbled with the metal, twisting and pulling at it with little to no success for an awkward amount of time. By now he had abandoned the task of kissing you and now had his full attention on your bra clasp. After about 30 seconds of him fumbling with it, he finally said something, "How in the hell-" a sigh, "I need help..."

You giggled at him before joking, "Bra clip: 1. Gizmo: 0."

"Well, how should I know how to do it, I've never worn a bra before!"

You giggled at his come back and he eventually joined in at laughing at how ridiculous the situation was. "Hold on." You reached behind your back and unclipped the bra while he pressed a kiss to your throat. "And you're supposed to be a genius..."

He laughed, the sweet sound vibrated against your skin, "shut up."

The bra came off and he spent a spare moment looking at you, a smile pulling at his cheeks. Then he dove in. His lips and fingertips skated over your flesh as if writing how beautiful he thought you were and how much he loved you across your torso. Inking a poem against your skin in a language only the two of you knew. "You're beautiful." He whispered against your skin. His voice was all breath, all love. "So Beautiful." His voice made the air, everything around you, palpable. His voice was like silk in your ears. His lips wrapped around your nipples and the warmth of his tongue made a delightful tingle drift down your spine. And when he started suckling your breast and nipping it, your entire body shivered with pleasure.

You thought of how he felt and what it would feel like. How he would fill you. The muscles on his back were delicious under your fingertips. His skin was so soft, almost flawless disregarding the occasional scar or two. "I love you so much," you whispered into the warm open air of the room, the sound joining the moans that hung there, that he pulled from you.

"I love you." he pulled back only to return the sentiment before latching on to your chest again. He blew cool air over your, still wet, nipple and it made you shiver, the feeling was a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. He ran his warm tongue over it, pulled away, then blew on it again, observing your reaction. He was experimenting, of course he was. Leave it to him to still be doing science even during sex. He pinched the other nipple hard, interrupting your thoughts, and you gasped in shock and pleasure. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, and he hummed as he thought of something, although you couldn't be certain what.

Your thighs rubbed together in the lull of progression, desperate for more friction there. He paused, his eyes glancing up at you with a smirk, you knew he understood exactly what you had just tried. And it was hot, just the way you wanted it. You wanted more. You needed more. He was surprisingly quick to figure this out as he began kissing down your abdomen. You couldn't help but notice him symmetrically leaving the kisses, mirroring each kiss in the same spot on the opposite side before moving on to the next. Ever the perfectionist.

He pressed a final gentle kiss to the direct center of your hips, right above your shorts, before slipping his fingers under the elastic band on each side. He peeled the remaining clothing from your skin, your hips lifting to accommodate the action. The clothes were dropped off the side and he positioned each thigh on his shoulders before taking another moment to admire you.

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his thumb gently tracing circles on the other. He moved closer, his lips felt heavenly on the delicate sensitive flesh. Giz tipped his head. His nose and lips went from your inner thigh up to your crotch. Then, away from it to the opposite thigh, first kissing, licking, and sucking the skin. Leaving marks and bites here and there, as if to leave proof that he was here, that he was the one making you hum his name the way you were now.

You were desperate now, he had been teasing you for an unbearable amount of time, you needed it. You needed him. Up until now, you had been letting him take the reins, but now you spoke up. "Please, Giz." His eyes met yours. "I need you, please." You begged shamelessly and his eyes darkened. Something changed behind them.

He wasted no time shifting your legs to his hips and sitting up between them. You felt your legs shift around his waist for a moment and heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor. Then his fingers pressing into your heat without warning. Your hips twitched and your clit throbbing, begging for attention. Your breathing was heavy as the tips of his fingers delved into your sex, moving along the slit in slow tender movements. You curled your toes, letting out quiet whimpers and moans as he played you like a fiddle. Finally!

His thumb grazed over your clit for a split second and you let out a gasp of pleasure making him pause. He pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit a little harder and you arced your hips with another gasp and a curse. "Right there." You whined, grinding against his fingers. He moved his fingers there again, harder, and you cried out.

"God, youre so damn sexy." He muttered, a smile pulling at his mouth. "So fucking perfect." Two of his fingers slipped down away from your clit and sunk into your folds with ease. His fingertips curled inside you, rubbing the soft fleshy walls while your writhed in his grasp. Sweat beaded your forehead, his praise and his fingers left you almost dizzy. It was all too much, but you would kill him if he stopped now.

His fingers slipped away after a bit more prep, followed by the warm feeling of his head pressing against your very wet sex. He slid it up and down through the folds, coating it with the natural lubricant and your breath caught in your throat each time it slipped over your clit. His eyes were locked on where the two of you were joined, his eyes dark and his mouth hanging open.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you followed his gaze. His dick was a little larger than average, maybe 6 or 7ish inches, hard to tell in the low lighting. You could easily see the dark lines of veins running under the skin, and there was a distinct curve in the middle that took the head a bit to his right. You became mesmerized along with him, watching it slide up and down.

The delicious feeling of his bulbous head barely pressed into you with each trip back down. Then on one trip he pressed a bit harder and the head popped in with a burning sting. You hissed in reaction, and it popped back out again almost instantly, making its rounds back up towards your clit. You were suddenly thankful of how delicate and patient he was being with you, taking as much time as needed to make this as painless as possible without any lube on hand. He continued on like this for a few more moments, not pressing in farther than the head until the pain of the initial intrusion had subsided.

You rubbed your hands across the muscles in his chest and shoulders, gripping onto his upper arms as he finally pressed further in. The burning sting returned, although a bit less painful than before, but he still noticed your furrowed brows. He whispered apologies and praise, and continued to creep into your femininity. Then he suddenly dipped forward to give your lips one more kiss, hard and fiery, as he fully sheathed into you. The pain subsided quickly, thanks to his patience and prep, and he situated your thighs on top of his.

The full feeling that left you with was almost overwhelming as you wriggled your hips against his, silently begging him to move. Then he released and began to back out of your opening, but not completely, before pressing himself back in. His breath was hot on your neck and his hips moved slowly in circles. So gentle, so slow, as if he was afraid he'd break you. Each movement made you hum and whine in delight, your sounds easily overtaking his quieter grunts. Your enthusiasm gave him more confidence, his thrusts slowly became more and more intense and deep as the movement became slick and rhythmic.

It wasn't long before headrest of the bed was rocking against the wall in time with his thrusts. His sounds becoming a bit louder as he began to lose himself in his pleasure. His eyes scanned over every inch of your body, taking notes of how each part of you moved with each thrust. The delicious jiggle of your thighs and tits, the way your fingers were gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were white, the way your eyes clenched shut in pleasure. How many times had he dreamed of making you this frantic? How many fantasies were your the center of during long lonely nights? But this, he decided as you said his name again, this was so much better than a dream. This was heaven.

"Right there!" You moaned, eyes meeting his, as he hit a sensitive spot inside. Your hand snaked in between your body and his to rub your clit with your forefinger. You were desperate now, right on the edge of an orgasm.

"Right here?" He muttered. Hitting it again and again, not slowing down.

You nodded, your head getting blurry with pleasure. "I'm gonna..." You breathed out, biting your lip as you wiggled against his groin. The fire burned brighter and brighter. "I'm gonna..." You closed your eyes and groaned, throwing your head back. So close."Fuuuuck..." You murmured before moaning his name. So so close.

He shivered, just from hearing that. "Hmm... god..." He whined, his breath becoming heavier. He noticed your hand on your clit and reached his free hand down to do it for you. It took him a second to find the sensitive bud, rubbing his thumb over it repeatedly when he did. You arced your back, moaning his name as he over stimulated your nerves in more ways than one. "Come on, baby. Come on."

"Please..." You begged as he bit his lip. "Please, please, please." A whispered mantra as your brain overloaded and you could think of anything else to say.

"Y/n." He whispered, "Y/n. Fuuuck."

And the coil broke. Electricity flooded your body making your muscles spasm on their own, your brain went so fuzzy you didn't even realize your were digging your nails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. A broken, strangled whine left your mouth as your body went stiff then limp in his arms. You could feel the walls of your sex fluttering against his dick with each sloppy movement. He pressed his face again your chest, whispering a long winded moan into the skin as warmth flooded your insides. Then the thrusts stopped, and you were both left in near silence. The sounds of both of your exhausted pants only matched with the buzzing in your ears, a buzzing that seemed to float in your body as well.

The feeling slowly started to subside as consciousness trickled back into your bodies and you became acutely aware of how sweaty and tired you were. Your hands lazily traveled up his back, the back of his neck, and the back of his head.

"Mm," he let out, slowly leaning up back to a sitting position. His, now flaccid, dick slipped out during the movement and you tried your hardest to ignore the feeling of liquid leaking out of you once it left.

He leaned over and kissed you as his fingers went into your hair and he spoke in your ear. His voice came in a soft tone as if he didn't want to break the comfortable silence that settled over you. "You ok?"

You smiled, moving to sit up. "I'm great. Feel amazing, actually." You said before sighing.

"Hm?" He questioned the sound.

"Could use a shower." You stated truthfully. The, now cold, liquid leaking out of you made you shiver. He hummed again, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn.

"Ok, shower then bed." He grabbed his boxers off the floor and slid them on, heading towards the private bathroom. The light flicked on when he got to the door and he peeked over his shoulder to see you haven't moved yet. "You coming?"