“Fucking sexy,” he murmurs, giving me one last lick that has my legs spasming. He grins devilishly, his lips gleaming with my arousal.
My heart is beating so fast as I watch him run to the bathroom. He’s got a beautiful ass. A mouth-watering body.
“Are you objectifying me right now?” He comes back with a few condoms between his fingers, showering me in them when he gets close enough.
“Maybe.” I’m on my knees then, his cock in my hand, pumping the way he likes. I watch his abs contract, feel his hands going in my hair.
“I love your hair down,” he says softly.
“Noted.” And then my lips are wrapped around his tip, and the way he whimpers so unashamedly emboldens me. He gathers my hair in both hands as I sink until I can take what I can, my fist jerking the rest.
I don’t get to suck him off much because he pulls me up and sits on the couch. I straddle his legs, letting his eyes trace my body.
“Ah, hell,” he says. “You’re seriously beautiful.”
My cheeks burn. “Thank you.”
He always makes me feel as though I’m a unique work of art. When he reverently looks me up and down, as if memorizing every curve, every inch of exposed skin, it dawns on me that it’s becoming terribly difficult to understand that we can’t be more. I’ll never have more than this. But this is enough – that’s what I have to convince my pounding heart.
Our lips clash in a desperate kiss, my torso flush to his. I moan at the sensation, unable to stop myself from lowering down to rub my aroused center over his cock. He lets out a shuddering breath as I glide up and down, hitting my sensitive clit just perfectly as pleasure skates down my spine.
He throws his head back. “You’re so wet,” he moans. He helps me rock atop him with his hands, his lips parting. “Alara, baby, I need you now. Please.”
I reach for a condom and tear the foiled packet open beforerolling the rubber down on him. I didn’t tell him last week that I’m on birth control because I like that he’s being responsible and careful. He’s a man compared to all the boys I’ve been with in the past.
Lifting myself on my knees, I rub his tip to my entrance as his tongue finds my nipple. His hypnotizing eyes look up at me. “You gonna take care of me, baby?”
“Yes. Such good care of you.” I lower myself onto him, ignoring the slight pain as he stretches me out. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone, and I know he’s going to ruin me for any other man.
“Relax,” he whispers, rubbing my clit lazily. I already feel full. “Take it all the way, Alara. You’re barely halfway down.”
I almost scoff at the smug tone he uses, but instead only brace my hands on his shoulders and sink down until he’s buried to the hilt. At the first roll of my hips, he whimpers and pulls me in for a kiss, distracting me from the light tension in my body.
“Okay?” he whispers. I nod. “Good. Fuck me when you’re ready.”
It takes a few seconds for the discomfort to dissolve and for my hips to undulate. With the way I’m positioned, my clit rubs against him in the most delicious way.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts. “Why did I wait so long to have you?”
Exactly my thoughts.
His hands find my ass. They palm and touch and explore before helping me move up and down, back and forth.
“Shit, you should see yourself right now.” His eyes are set on where we’re connected. “You’re doing so well. Keep going. You feel so good.”
I kiss him, moans rising from both our throats. I find a rhythm that has me panting and him whimpering or muttering curses. Leaning back with my hands on his knees, I swivel my hips. Feeling his cock twitch, my core clenches as a response.
“You like riding me?” he asks hoarsely.
I nod. “You feel amazing.”
A sexy smile spreads across his lips. “You look good on me. Taking what you want.”
His eyes are darkened with lust, and when he rakes his gaze over my bouncing breasts, I pick up my pace, chasing my pleasure like I’ve never done before.
I kiss him again. And again. And again. His palms are laid flat on my back, keeping me pressed to him as our warm breaths entwine. He swallows every gasp, every breath, like they belong to him.
When he moves to lie on his back and keeps me on top of him, I bury my face in his neck just as he starts pistoning into me from below. A cry leaves my mouth. This angle is deep, incredible. I feel him everywhere, throbbing and twitching. He murmurs my name like in worship, cupping my face to kiss me hurriedly.
