I didn’t want him to hold back.
People held things back from me all the time. Time and money, they were fine with, but to give me this? The want and the need that showed me the true man. I craved that connection.
I tightly gripped the base of his cock and sucked him harder and when his fingers sunk into my hair, I felt the rush of lust curl between us. He growled out my name and fucked my mouth, his nostrils flared with need.
For me.
Fuck yes. Only for me.
For this moment, I could just be a regular woman with needs.
The heat of the water and the intensity between us made my head spin a little, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop until I felt him break for me. I sucked and licked, the dirty, needy sounds of it ratcheted up my own excitement.
I’d never allowed myself to let go like this.
To chase the lust drunk liminal space. Where there was nothing but matching needs and no ego.
His fingers slipped around my neck to grip my throat. “If you keep that up.”
I licked under his shaft to the heaviness of his balls. “You’ll what?”
His grip firmed a little and the kick of the thrill coated my thighs. God, I was wet from just watching him lose it for me.
“I’ll come down that pretty throat.”
I cupped my tongue around his flared head, massaging where I’d learned he liked best. “Do it.”
“Goddammit, Amber.”
I opened wider and he slid down deep. Full to the brim with him, I groaned as he pulsed into me. The little bit of air restriction made my head spin and my pussy throb. But I took him all, swallowing him down like liquid gold.
“Fuck,” he said on a gasp, his chest heaving.
His grip eased as he scooped me out of the cooling water and into his arms. On our way out of the bathroom he snatched a towel off the bar and wrapped it around me then cradled me against him.
His mouth was like a fever on mine, his tongue deep as his cock had once been. I sucked that too, greedy in ways I couldn’t define. “I’ll take care of you,” he said against my lips, against my throat.
He spread me out on his lake-sized bed, crawling over me with his big body. The hair of his chest grazed my sensitized breasts. I was so restless under him, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Making him break made something come alive inside of me. The power of it activated a mercenary desire for more.
I tried to roll him over, but he was so damn solid.
He grinned down at me. “Do you want to be on top?”
I nodded.
He rolled us, but instead of setting me on his belly, he lifted me up to his chest. “On my face.”
“Your—what?”
The high stalled.
His big hands gripped my ass, urging me higher. “Let me taste you.”
Then I was tipped forward and had no choice but to grip the headboard above us. The heavy wood, as solid as he was. He pulled me more firmly down until my knees were on either side of his head and closed that amazing mouth over me.
“Soaking wet for me.” He wasted no time, leaving no part of me untouched as he raced me past wound up to on the edge of a scream in an embarrassingly short time.
I didn’t realize just how close I’d been. Sex had always been a nice little stress release for me, but this wasn’t like anything before. He dug his beard along my soft skin and the friction plus his talented tongue whipped me into a careening orgasm. Before I could even recover, he lifted me again and swung us around so I was on my back.
