“Want me to dust something for you?” she asked, coy and panting for breath.
“No.” He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed, wondering if she’d go for it. To his amazement, she moved to her knees. He shoved down his pants, glad he’d left the underwear at home. “Suck me, baby. Take me to the back of your fucking throat and make me come.”
She moaned. And then her mouth was over him, licking and sucking. Tentative fingers played with his sac, then grew firmer when he sighed at her touch. His balls felt as hard as rocks, and too sensitive.
“Oh yeah. I’ve been dreaming about this for days. Weeks. Fucking your mouth. Oh man, I wish you could see how sexy you look.”
He stared down at her, watching himself disappear between her lips. When she moved, he could also see the swell of her breasts, those plump nipples stabbing the air.
“I’m going to eat you, baby. Lick that clit and suck you until you come. And then I’m going to finally fuck that ass. You’re mine, Sydney. And it’s time you knew it.”
Dylan had given him a plan his mother would have been horrified by. Because it involved a lot of fucking. Sydney needed more than emotional crap, they had realized. The woman needed sex. She was a lot like him in so many ways. A lot of her issues with her mother revolved around intimacy, the communion between a man and a woman, the loss of a father figure. The need for a strong man in her life. Dylan was at times an ass, but he knew his stuff.
Sydney needed to belong to Derrick, even as she was afraid of tying herself to him.
Fucking, to her, meant acceptance. And then he’d have to prove he wasn’t leaving. The key to winning his woman’s heart would be sticking around for the long term while he loved her into admitting how she felt.
And damn if she wasn’t loving him right now. She took him deeper into her mouth. To his shock, he couldn’t stop pumping his hips.
“Sydney, I’m gonna fill that pretty mouth. And then I need to fuck your tits. Oh baby.”
She ran her hands down his thighs and back up, prodding him to widen his stance. He moved his feet, and then her hands pushed past his thighs to his balls and slid along his perineum. A finger crept to his hole, and he surged harder down her throat.
“Wait, baby. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— Oh fuck.” Her finger pushed into his anus and he lost his fucking mind. “Syd, yeah.Oh yeah.”
He came hard, releasing down her throat while she played him like a well-tuned instrument. The orgasm had caught him by surprise, and he groaned when she continued to shove her finger deeper. He’d had a few girlfriends play with his ass, but nothing like this. And he’d never been so hard or come so long during a blowjob.
She removed her finger, finally.
“Jesus.” Suddenly super-sensitive, he shivered and pulled out of her mouth. With shaky hands, he tucked himself back into his pants.
She licked the drop of come that had landed on her lip and smiled up at him.
He couldn’t help it. The sight of those large blue eyes dark with joy—because she’d pleasuredhim—pulled the confession out of him. “I love you, Sydney.”
The smile on her lips froze.
“I love you,” he said again, no longer trying to hide it. The alarm on her face gave him an idea, and the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. He’d use the truth to break her down.But first thing’s first…“Now let me show you.”
Before she could argue, like he knew she would, he pulled her up and walked her back to the bed. In seconds he had her naked except for her garters, heels and hose. Then he pushed her. Her legs hit the bed and she fell onto her back, her knees bent, her heels on the floor.
The perfect position for what he had in mind.
Sydney felt a sudden panic urging her to get the hell out of there. He’d saidlove. The word that had been the Fields family downfall for years. The few times Sydney had let herself love a man, he’d ended up leaving. Whenever her mother had fallen for one of her many men, she’d suffered inevitable disappointment. And Sydney would share in the downward spiral, watching her mother cry and moan and finally stir herself back into available mode. An unhappy cycle she’d never seen broken.
A relationship with Derrick was all well and good. Sydney had no problem enjoying him. They had fun. He was sexy. He—
“Oh, God.”
His mouth clamped onto her clit and he sucked, licking and teasing with a hunger that pulled her straight out of her panic and into a world where nothing existed but feeling. The warmth of his mouth, the brush of his fingers between her thighs and up, gliding along the slick folds of her flesh.
His thumbs teased through her arousal, edging near but not penetrating her empty channel. She squirmed in his hold, needing more. Always needing more.
Sydney hated the emptiness, but this climb wouldn’t end in disappointment. Derrick would give her what she needed. She trusted he would, until he left. The way they always did.
“No, damn it, stay with me.” He leaned up over her and kissed her, fusing his mouth to hers so that she tasted herself on his lips. His tongue played her, licking and stroking while he teased and tormented her breasts with hands that never stopped.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, wanting him.
