I pull back slightly, noticing her free hand pressed firmly to her lips, like she’s trying to trap whatever sound wants to escape. Her breathing is ragged, eyes fluttering closed as if she’s holding onto some part of herself, struggling to keep it all contained.
“Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you.”
She bites her lip, her eyes challenging mine for a split second. “And risk a noise complaint? We were wicked loud last time.”
My fingers move lower, slipping under the edge of her underwear, and I feel the instant reaction of her body.
Her breath catches as I slide a finger, then another, inside her, and the moan that escapes is unrestrained, sending a jolt of intoxicating heat coursing through me.
“There’s my girl.”
Alli’s body arches in response, fingers gripping the sheets. The tension coils in her, her muscles tightening, breaths sharp and erratic. I quicken my pace, intent on giving her everything she craves, and every inch of me is focused on that one goal.
“Jared,” she breathes, her voice trembling with urgency, wild. “I’m—”
I watch her face twist in pure pleasure, the way her lip catches between her teeth, trying to stifle the sounds that escape her. The intensity in her eyes drives me to lean down, capturing her moans with a kiss.
“On your knees, baby.”
She sinks down in one fluid motion, her hair cascading over her shoulders. The sight of her kneeling before me hits me like a punch to the chest—hotter than I ever expected.
“Look at you.” I’m madly drunk just at the sight of her. “So goddamn beautiful and all mine.” I declare as my head falls back, and I close the space between us without thinking twice. She glides her fingers up and down my skin, forcing me to look down at her; those wide brown eyes search my face like she’s waiting for a hint, a sign that I want this as much as she does.
Spoiler: I do. Hell, I’ve never wanted anything more.
She leans forward, her touch slow but hesitant, her fingers grazing my hip as she tugs off my boxers. My breath stutters when her hand wraps around me, the firm but uncertain stroke making my head snap back. I fist her hair, anchoring myself as I fight the rush of sensation, barely holding on. “Shit,” I rasp, the word barely escaping me.
When her lips part and take me in, it’s almost too much to handle. A groan slips out, involuntary, and I catch the flicker ofecstasy in her eyes, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She moves slowly at first, every flick of her tongue doing wonders to me.
My breaths quicken, and I don’t care about the noise. I can’t. So I moan and I groan, pleading, yearning. I grip her hair harder, trying to hold on as I’m about to plunge into oblivion; each lap of her tongue fuels the fire in my veins.
“I’m—” The sensation builds, ready to explode.
She responds with an encouraging hum, and I lose myself. My hips buck against her mouth, and I come undone, spilling over as the pressure dissolves into bliss.
“Fuck.”
As the last wave of release shudders through me, I steal a glance at her, eyes still hazy with pleasure. She separates her mouth from me that’s still hard just at the sight of her on her knees. The way the cum stretches on her plump lips gets me hard all over again.
Our mouths collide again, the urgency building as I mark her skin with soft kisses and teasing nibbles. I find that sensitive spot on her neck, and the way she arches against me sends a fresh wave of desire to feel her inside. Her breath hitches, a gasp slipping from her lips as I press my mouth to her skin, savoring the taste of her.
Alli moves to straddle me, her eyes locking with mine.
“Condom?” I ask, breathless, my lips trailing over her breasts.
I love her body. I could worship her every day.
“On the pill. I need to feel you inside of me without anything.”
“And here I thought you loved being safe,” I tease, my hands gliding down her sides, enjoying the way her body reacts to my touch.
“I just want you,” I breathe. “I want you with me, on me.”
Alli settles on top of me and guides my cock inside her. I’m surrounded by her tight heat. I can hardly process anything beyond her, my entire vocabulary has been reduced to “fuck,” “keep going,” and calling her my princess.
“You feel so damn good,” I grip her hips.
Our lips fight each other again, the fervor between us escalating so that it could rival the gates of hell. My heart pounds against my chest, matching the rhythm of her movements, and I’m craving more.
