Laughing, I blush. “It was supposed to be a one night stand.”
“Then, how do you explain followin’ me to New York?” His hands slide under my bra.
“Slate hired me and I had to move.”
“Nonsense. You came because you couldn’t live without my lovin’.” His lips press harder and as he reaches behind to my bra, I realize we haven’t closed the front blinds.
“Suds, the window.” I pull my shirt up to cover my naked upper half.
Thank God, the subway platform across the street is empty.
“There’s a glare. Ain’t nobody can see nothin’ at this hour.” Still, being a gentleman, he hops up and twists the rod, fighting off Catrina who attacks the string.
Back at my side, he takes my hands, pulls me off the couch, and presses me into his hard want.
“Are ya ever sorry you took up with me?” His voice sounds strangely insecure as he studies my face for a hint of a lie.
Cupping his cheeks, I will him to see how much I fucking love him. “Never.”
In our office-slash-living room, I drown in his gorgeous, dark pools of want. My hands slide under his shirt and up the muscles of his back. Whatever’s been bothering him, he needs reassurance. I tug on the hem of his t-shirt, he raises his arms, and I pull it over his head.
One sniff of his musky scent and my clit does a happy dance. We make out on the couch, passion coursing through our veins. With his tongue down my throat, I yank on his back pockets and arch so tight, his top button digs into my waist.
I undo it, reach in, and release him. We’ve been together months so you’d think I’d be used to his size. However, I still gasp as my fingers wrap around him, my thumb at his silky tip.
“Fuck, sugar.” He glances down between our bodies, his blatant desire setting me on fire.
I push at his chest, he falls back to the couch, and I drop between his thighs. As I take his long, thick cock into my mouth, my core clenches.
His eyes roll up. “Babe… Sweet baby jeez-”
“Mmm.” Sucking him, I rise up and down, holding his knees.
Wrapping my hair in his fists, he urges me on until my jaw muscles tighten.
He groans, swells, and I gently squeeze his base…
“Fuuuck!” His fluids burst forth and as he shudders, I swallow all I can.
Done, I wipe my mouth on his stomach and crawl up his body to kiss him. With our mouths connected and his heart racing, he slips the side of his hand between my legs. Desperate to find my high, I open my thighs, giving him access.
He dips a digit into my juices and swirls around my nub until I’m panting in heat.
“Oh, oh…”
“That close, huh?” He stops.
“Not funny.” I arch into his hand on the brink of a huge fucking orgasm.
Instead, he rolls me onto my back, tosses my legs over my shoulders, and flat tongues my bundle of nerves. My bud blossoms even more as I hang on a precipice, waiting for a final touch to send me over the top.
He blows.
I quiver, unable to speak, let alone plead.
The tip of his tongue touches the most sensitive area and…
Oh God, please don’t stop. Not again.I don’t think I’ve ever been so needy, so close to breaking. I’m on the razor edge of eternal bliss.
