Maybe I’d require her to do so.
The thought was sinfully delicious.
“I’m just a man.”
“And I’m just a girl.”
“Then that makes us perfect for each other.” I captured her mouth, holding her lips against mine and not moving for a few seconds. Her body shuddered enough I could feel the tension release. She wrapped her long fingers around my shaft, gently stroking me. Perhaps she thought I was fragile.
The thought was enjoyable, making the kiss that much more special. She was the one who slipped her tongue inside first, tasting and tempting in a way that ignited the embers all over again. She had a way of doing that by just tossing her gaze in my direction, which she’d done long before this night.
She rolled her other hand over my shoulder, grabbing my hair as if holding on tightly from fear of being blown away. The kiss became even more passionate, two people needing to be anchored. Soon she wrapped one leg around my hip, pulling me even closer.
Now I was unable to hold back, ravaging her mouth as I’d done before. Every sound she made drove me crazy and my hunger exploded. I finally pushed away, both of us gasping for air.
“Fuck. You’re so…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. That wasn’t like me either.
Her soft giggle was just additional fuel. I settled between her legs and cupped the side of her face with one hand. She closed her eyes, completely comfortable with whatever I’d do. I dragged my tongue from one side of her jaw to the other, inhaling her sweet perfume until I felt lightheaded.
Or drunk.
She continued stroking me until I sensed she couldn’t take it any longer. As I placed the tip against her swollen folds, she murmured exactly what she wanted.
“Fuck me. Don’t stop. Just… Make me feel alive again.”
Her words mirrored my thoughts. I slipped my cockhead inside, nipping her earlobe and trying to collect myself, the desire so strong.
She wasn’t concerned that I would be too rough or possibly hurt her. As soon as she wrapped her other leg around my thigh, we both relented. I thrust the remainder of my cock inside.
“Oh, yes.” Her words whispered, she arched her back, taking shallow breaths that turned me on even more than before.
I pulled out, rising onto both palms. There was nothing more powerful than being able to gaze on her stunning face. How could anyone so beautiful and so talented be so haunted? I was furious with her fucking manager, wishing I’d give Damien a new face. How dare anyone consider hurting her in any way?
Maybe she could read my mind because she opened her eyes, her gaze now imploring. She even squeezed her pussy muscles as if I needed any encouragement. I thrust into her long and hard, keeping a slow and steady rhythm. We never took our eyes off each other, barely blinking.
She was hot and wet, her pussy clenching around my thickness to the point I could lose it quickly. And that’s not what I wanted.
“So hard. So thick.” She nodded as if needing to confirm what she’d just said.
“So wet. So hot.”
We could laugh together, easily and with comforted joy. She clamped her feet together around me and in a moment of surprise, she was able to flip us both so she was on top.
Now her laughter was easy, natural and the sound keeping every muscle in my body aching.
“You thought you were in charge,” she purred.
“Don’t tempt me into showing you just how much because I will.”
“Not if I have anything to do about it.” She lowered down, swishing her hair back and forth before kissing my lips.
Softly at first.
Then crushing hers to mine as she rocked against me. There was a quiet storm building between us, the friction and heat from our bodies more intense.
The intimate moment was special, the taste of her sweet like cherries. I’d never thought of a kiss being that way before, but the analogy was perfect. She darted her tongue inside, no longer timid in her actions. The woman was allowing herself to enjoy the moment.
Within seconds, we were breathless, no longer able to keep our lips together.
