Blake

You come back to the apartment late after work, don't pay attention and just lie there, knowing that he obviously missed you. He growls softly and rolls you over onto your back, his hands moving over your body, unbuttoning your clothes.

—You asshole," he grins, —you didn't say you'd be back so late."

He gently wrapped his arm around your neck and lifted your head so that you could look at him.

—Blake...— you whisper.

My legs began to shake with pleasure. Blake held you tightly to him, without stopping rhythmically thrusting his fingers into you.

—Come on, baby,— he whispers in your ear, feeling you shudder in his arms and reach release.

You raise your head, and he looks into your eyes. A tear rolls down his flushed cheek, and he immediately changes his expression to one of concern.

"Are you okay?" Did I hurt you? He touches his forehead and pushes a strand of hair away.

—No," you whisper, barely audible.

"Then why are you crying?" "he's kissing you on the nose."

—I don't know," you shrug, "Give me a few minutes and I'll thank you," you smile.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling more ashamed than he had ever felt before.

— No need.…

You look down and blush. His surprised gaze dropped to his fly. Blake swallowed hard and clenched his teeth. He's nuzzling into your neck.

God. He came in his pants like a teenager who saw a woman's nipple for the first time in an adult magazine.

You giggle softly, and he bites your neck lightly, pinning your arms above your head.

"Do you think that's funny?"