He places me onto the bed, and I kneel, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue entwines with mine, one hand sinking into my hair and holding me in place so he can kiss me deeper and groan into my mouth.
“You’re so damn perfect.”
“I need you inside me,” I plead, palming his dick impatiently through his pants.
I slide the zipper down and push my hand inside, curling it around his length in his boxer shorts and squeezing.
“Hallie,” he tsks as I lose patience and free his rock-hard dick through the open zipper. “You feeling eager, Baby girl?”
“Always for you.” I bite my lower lip and glide my hand up and down his shaft, my body buzzing with energy at the moan it creates from deep in his chest.
“You want me to fill you up?” His eyes glitter as my hand reaches the tip of him.
“Or maybe you can fill my throat.” I dip my head and spit on his throbbing erection, rubbing my saliva into his already glistening slit with my thumb.
He tips his head back as I wrap my lips around him and take as much of him as I can in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ.” His large hand cups the back of my head, holding me down. I blink up at him, my throat filled with him. “You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you? Look at you, sucking on my cock with those innocent eyes.”
I bat my lashes and his grip on my head softens, allowing me to suck all the way back up. I sink back onto him for a few more delicious sucks before letting his dick pop free of my mouth.
I press a kiss to the smooth, shiny head of his cock and he curses as it jumps against my lips.
“Lie down, Baby girl,” he growls.
I pull my Statue of Liberty sweater off over my head, and peel my yoga pants down my thighs, loving the way his eyes darken when he notes my lack of panties.
I lie back on my elbows, looking up at him.
“Like this?” I pout, letting my thighs drop open in invitation.
He swoops on me, and I cry out as his tongue crashes against my clit. I sink my hands into his hair and tug at the roots as he wastes no time in eating me out like the expert he is. My orgasm winds up inside me. But I know he won’t let me come. He wants the first one the same way I do.
Together.
“Sterling,” I gasp. “Please.”
He groans in response, sliding his tongue around my clit, then lower, dipping it inside me. I arch against the bed, my hands holding his head deep between my thighs.
“You’re so good at that,” I whimper as he slides his tongue free and moves it further back, teasing my asshole.
“I practice every morning.” He chuckles.
“I want you inside me,” I moan.
He holds my eyes and kisses my clit tenderly, and I’m so close to coming from that one single, sexy move that my thighs shake against his ears.
“Hurry,” I beg.
He stands, never breaking eye contact as he slides each sleeve of his shirt off and drops it to the floor. My eyes roam over his torso and I press my thighs together to ease the ache of needing him there. I don’t even see his scars as scars anymore. They’re just a part of him. A part I kiss and stroke every chance I get.
“Hurry,” I urge again in a breathy plea, rising to my knees so I can watch him properly.
His lips twitch and he takes his time unfastening the waistband of his suit pants. His dick is still poking through the open zipper, deep pink and glistening on the end. I lick my lips in anticipation.
He slides the rest of his clothes off and sits at the head of the bed, resting against the headboard. His lips curl into an amused smile and he takes his cock in one hand and fists it slowly.
“You want to get on it, Baby girl?”
