His mouth moved to my other nipple, more insistent now, sucking and nibbling, making it ache deliciously.
But my need for him grew with each breath until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
‘I want to see you,’ I commanded breathily.
He relented, locking eyes with me as he straightened. Impatient, I undid his jeans, roughly pushing them off his slim hips. They bunched at his ankles, and he toed off his boat shoes before stepping out of them.
He stood proudly, his glorious cock straining against his briefs.
I gently pushed him away from me, then knelt before him. Looking up, a smile alighting on my lips, I reached for his waistband, unhooking it from the tip of his cock. Leaning back on my heels, I slid his briefs to the floor, admiring his tanned, muscular legs, which looked even better out of shorts than they did in them. He shucked off his briefs, kicking them to the side. I rose onto my knees, taking his cock in both hands and stroking lightly.
He moaned loudly.
I held the shaft of his cock firmly in my hands, then lowered my mouth onto it. His sigh was deep and gruff, and I glanced up. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back, and his lips parted.
My mouth glided down the shaft, my lips holding him tightly, then up again, tongue swirling against the underside of the tip. His hands rested lightly on my head, his fingers nestling in my hair as I slid up and down his cock, each time stopping to tongue his most sensitive spot.
He started moving with me, not aggressively, but we fell into a rhythm. I could tell he was close to coming when he said, ‘Ally, stop, not like this.’
I released him, then rocked back on my heels and looked up. His eyes had clouded over with lust, and he shook his head as he smiled down at me.
‘So tempting but I want to come inside you.’
He held out a hand and I took it and stood. He surprised me, scooping me up, and I yelped with delight. His hands cupped my arse as he carried me into the bedroom, then laid me gently on the bed.
I was speechless as we held each other’s gaze and those dark-brown eyes bored into mine. There was so much between us, tethering us to each other. Desire, yes –always– but so much more.
Only I didn’t want to think about any of that, and I reached out for him. ‘Come here.’
He crawled on top of me and kissed me again, a kiss that was reminiscent of the night before – lusty and hungry. I craved him, his taste, the crushing sensation of his strong body on top of mine.
Torn, I broke the kiss. I wanted more but I also wanted to be closer to him and I was still partially clothed.
‘Off?’ he asked, tugging on my trousers.
I nodded and he moved down my body to take off my trainers and socks. He crawled back up, stopping at my waist, and waggled his eyebrows.
‘Your turn,’ he said, his voice low, and my molten insides almost vaporised.
He slid my trousers off, taking a moment to admire my lacy thong. ‘Only you would wear La Perla underthatoutfit,’ he teased with a half-smile. I didn’t want to know how Tommy knew about La Perla – I certainly hadn’t been able to afford it when we were married – but it was instantly forgotten when he pulled my knickers off with his teeth.
I giggled, wriggling playfully. Until he ran his tongue the length of my slit, flicking my clit with it and transporting me to another world – anotheruniverse– as I stilled beneath him.
Tommy had always loved going down on me – and he’d been superbly skilled at it – but this was something else and it wasn’t long before I felt myself on the brink. But like Tommy, I didn’t want to come like that. I wanted him inside me.
I dragged myself from the euphoria of Tommy’s tongue between my legs and propped myself up on my elbows.
‘Tommy.’ My voice was raw, probably from all the heavy breathing.
He lifted his head, looking at me, then licking his lips.
‘I want you. Now.’
‘Condoms?’
‘Here.’ I rolled over onto my side, opened the drawer by the bed, and pulled out a strip of condoms.
‘You came prepared,’ he teased.
