Her legs spread some more where she was standing over him. She’d never done this before. Not like this. It was almost like straddling his face.
She should have kept her eyes open because then she would have known he was going to thrust a finger inside of her.
The invasion had her up on her tiptoes, then moving down to get him deeper.
He glided that single digit in and out at a steady pace.
“I’m so close,” she said.
“Let go,” he said. “I want to taste you as you come.”
The vibrations of his voice over her jacked-up sensations were the missing piece of the puzzle that had her groaning and twitching. Her body releasing all the tension that had been building for days.
He didn’t let up either. Just kept going as if he had to work her up again.
She wouldn’t stop him.
And it sure the hell didn’t take long for her to go from depleted to starving.
She stepped back from him and pointed to his jeans. “Time to let those babies go and give me a look.”
He undid the denim, lifted his hips, then wiggled out of his jeans and kicked them off all the way.
She reached for the condom on the couch next to him, opened it fast, then leaned over and covered him quickly.
She climbed back on him, spread her knees around his hips, lined up, and sank down.
A minute. That was all she needed to adjust to his length and size.
It’d been close to a year since she’d had sex and hadn’t realized she’d be this tight.
Not that it was a bad feeling. Just the opposite and she wanted to grip the sensations harder.
But that moment passed swiftly with the thirst to go on.
She lifted, then sank back down. Yep, that was what she was waiting for.
“Do it again,” he said. “I want to keep watching your face as you ride me.”
She opened her eyes, not even aware they’d shut.
“What?”
“You’ve got this sensual contentment that has come over your features. When you moved up and then down, it heightened. Do it again.”
She did. Her eyes stayed open this time, locked on his. The intensity in his gaze kept her focus glued to his face.
Her lips parted and a breath of air escaped with it, the tip of her tongue tracing the corner of her mouth.
“Fuck,” he said. “I don’t know if you’re aware of what you’re even doing to me.”
She shook her head as she continued to ride him.
His words were washing over, and past her, the feelings in her body taking priority.
When his hands landed on her hips to urge her to move faster, she complied. No reason not to when her body wanted the speed.
Wanted that pleasure that she’d already felt once.
