“Oh God.” I burst into laughter as he continues moving his hand in a circularmotion.
I glance over my shoulder, and the way he’s staring at my ass, I know that look so well: pure Eric Westrightdesire.
“I didn’t sayno.”
His gaze meets mine, and his smile dissipates, replaced with this intense curiosity that makes me want it that muchmore.
I stretch out, lifting my ass off the bed slightly, and he continues rubbing it before pinching the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. He offers a gentle slap, and I’m surprised by the way it excites me. I wonder what it is about Eric’s big hand evoking that gentle sting that has me alreadyleaking.
“One,” he teases in an unusually low voice, but nearly as soon, I feel a kiss on the spot he hit, and he kisses his way up my back, slowly, beginning to sing “Happy birthday-fuck toyou.”
As he nears the end of the song, his lips are right behind my rightear.
“That voice of yours is much better than I would have figured, especially considering Kate Bush led me to believe you were tonedeaf.”
“Hey, no. No Kate Bush shaming in thebedroom.”
I turn my head. His lips are right before me, and I lean closer to him, but I can’t quite reach. He doesn’t move, just watchesme.
“Come on, don’t be mean. Kissme.”
His smile returns. “I’m not being mean. I’m making it that much more satisfying for when you finally getit.”
He moves toward me, and when his lips slam against my own, there’s that familiar eruption of adrenaline that courses through my veins like the most potent of drugs, making my body quiver in anticipation for the experience we’re about to share. Feral desire radiates through me as I roll over, and Eric hops up, removing his ownclothes.
I’m having a difficult time giving him the space he needs so he can strip down, but somehow we manage. When we’re both naked, his arms around me, we roll across the bed until I’m on top ofhim.
“You get to decide how you want my cock tonight,” he tellsme.
I crawl down his body, kissing my way through the terrain across his flesh, to his cock, licking, sucking. His hands slide through my hair, his fingers caressing the locks as I wet his dick. Then I move back up his body, placing my knees on either side of his hips before lining up the head of his cock with myhole.
“Oh, you want to ride it dry for the big two-four.”
I laugh. “Yeah, we might need some more lube for this. I wasn’t expecting you to be sohard.”
I lean over and grab the bottle from the nightstand before returning to him, lubing him up, and assuming the positionagain.
“Figured we could start this way and lead into the rest, if that suits you,Eric.”
“You suit me justfine.”
He places his hands behind his head, relaxing as he watches me take him, his grin as broad as ever. As that cock enters me, I work to relax. Eric slides one hand out from behind his head and places it on my torso, stroking softly, like he’s encouraging mealong.
“I love seeing you when you’re filled with me, when you get that twist of your lip, when you look like you might have stumbled upon the thing that makes you happiest in the world. You’re so beautiful, JesseMorgan.”
“If you had this view of you right now, you’d know you’re the beautiful one, Eric. I don’t think I could ever appear as happy as you do in thismoment.”
He leans up, and as he does, his cock moves deeper in me, a little too quickly. “Ooh,ooh.”
He hooks his arms around me. “You okay?” His expression transforms from pleased to concerned in aninstant.
“Yeah, yeah. Just moved a little too fast. Now I’m definitely glad I grabbed the lube.” I laugh, which seems to ease Eric’stension.
“Sorry aboutthat.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. It just assures me that I can still feel despite all the times we’veplayed.”
He enjoys my joke and kisses me again. I relax even more, taking his girth deeper, breathing him in as I feel the surge of excitement race through me from the way he stimulates myprostate.
