Hard muscle. Rigid bumps. Warm skin.
Not enough. I want more. All of him.
My fingers find the waist of his soft shorts, and in one deft motion, I push them down. They fall to the ground, pooling at his feet, and he kicks them away. He releases his hold on my nipple to reach behind himself, pulling off his shirt in one movement.
He groans when I take him in my hand, pumping, dew leaking over my fingers. Dropping his forehead to mine, his hands press to the wall on either side of my head, caging me in.
"You're going to have to stop that soon," he grits out. "But fuck, I love it."
"I can tell," I say on a grin, tilting up my chin, capturing his lower lip with my teeth. Biting down gently as I work him, gathering his moisture and using it.
Penn's firm grip comes over mine, forcing me to still. I release him, and let out a surprisedoofas he reaches under my backside, lifting me onto his midsection.
"Bed," he grunts in explanation, heading for the stairs.
"Ok," I respond, too lost in my sensitive core pressed against his many, many abs. I shift. Wiggle. Squirm, until I find a rhythm. "Ohhh," I moan into his neck.
"That's it, Sunshine. Use me."
I love it. I love this. I love this man.
Fuck. Oh no.
Penn climbs the stairs quickly, arms holding me securely while I work myself. In seconds we're at the bed, the shorts I never donned lying on the other side. I push until I'm lying in the middle, and Penn comes up over me.
My legs drift open, expecting him to push his way inside me, but he shakes his head. "If you don't come on my tongue, my life won't be complete."
I laugh, but I feel shy, so I make a joke. "So dramatic."
He doesn't respond, sliding down my body, hooking my knees over his shoulders. He breathes deeply once he's there, pressing a long, full kiss to me. Then he says, "Hang on tight, Sunshine."
He ravages me.
Devours.
My limbs turn to rubber as he uses his tongue relentlessly, pairing soft and languid with frenzied circles.
"I think I might be dying," I choke out, and I feel his smile, his muted laughter. Then he goes in for the death blow.Suctioning to me, pulling me into his mouth, his tongue lapping until I grab the pillow and press it to my face.
Ishatter.
Disintegrate.
My hips buck and he holds me in place, my toes gripping the sheet. His face stays between my thighs.
I throw off the pillow, looking down at his blond hair. "You can come up here now," I say, embarrassed at my absolutely over-the-top orgasm.
"You're still coming," he answers. He's right. I feel myself convulsing.
"Need to feel it," he says, and I startle as his tongue slides into me.
Is this the hottest thing I've ever done? It's ranking right up there with what happened on the hood of his truck. But I like this with him, handing myself over to what I feel.
I reach for his hair, drag my nails over his scalp. "Can you feel it?"
He nods, just the tiniest bit.
I squeeze my muscles. "Do you feel that?"
