I could lie. I could pretend I haven’t brought myself to climax every night he wasn’t home, because it was too hard to sleep with such need going unfulfilled.
But I know what he wants.
What I need to give him.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Play with your pussy. Such a pretty pussy.” He unbuckles his belt, jerks down the zipper and shoves out of his pants.
I wet my lips at the sight of him springing free from his clothing.
“Don’t stop.” He climbs onto the bed and kneels between my thighs. He wraps his hand around his thick shaft, stroking himself while watching me play with my clit.
I reach out to him to touch him, and he slaps my hand away.
“I didn’t say you could touch yet.”
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Who said this is fair.” He smiles, and it’s devastatingly hot. “Give me your fingers.”
He leans forward and drags my hand up to his mouth, sucking in my fingers and licking them clean. Our eyes are locked on each other while his tongue lashes across my fingertips. A moan from deep in his chest, vibrates against my fingers.
Dropping my hand, he runs his hands up my thighs, over my hips, and up to my face. He hovers over me, staring deep into my eyes like he’s trying to find salvation there.
My skin is on fire.
Abruptly, he slinks back down my body, shoves my thighs open even further as he drops to his belly. Hooking his arms beneath me, he lifts me up and eats me like a man starved.
“Oh, god.” I sink my hands into his hair, and he makes a low guttural sound.
I lift my hips up further, rocking against his mouth. His fingernails dig into my ass. I whimper with approval, toes curling into the bedding.
His teeth scrape over the hood of my pussy, he sucks my clit hard, and I writhe beneath him like a woman gone mad. When he slaps the inside of my thigh, I roll my head back and moan.
Grabbing hold of my hips, he rolls to his back, dragging me to straddle him. At some point I will have to compliment him on his smooth manhandling skills, but right now I’m silenced by his cock pressing against me.
“Go on, sweetheart, take it, put it in.” He bucks his hips upward at me.
Wrapping my hand around his thick, hot shaft, I position the head of his dick at my entrance.
Patience not being one of his strengths, he unleashes a growl as he thrusts up at me, filling me as he yanks me down on him.
“Good girl,” he moans as I move my hips. “Fucking ride me.”
He slaps my hip, my ass, bucking up at me the entire time.
“Harder, baby, ride me harder.” He moves his hand to between my thighs, making my clit brush his fingers as I continue to ride him.
He makes another sound, this one filled with desperation and need.
I ride him faster, matching his thrusts as he continues to slam me down on him.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He wraps an arm around my waist and again I’m tossed onto my back.
He thrusts into me.
“Kaz, oh fuck, Kaz, harder, don’t go easy.” I wrap my leg around his waist.
He lines up our gazes. “Never.”
