How fair is that to my future whoever? To futureme?
Still… I’m not stopping this. Not for anything.
He rolls the condom on, then reaches for me. Those big hands on my hips make me hot and needy all over again.
“Come here,” he says gruffly.
He doesn’t mean me on his cock. He pulls me into a deep, hot kiss. It’s leisurely. It’s definitely lusty, but he takes his time. His fingers are in my hair, our bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh, our heartbeats are pounding. And he takes long minutes just kissing me, letting me justfeelhim.
Finally, he rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck me, Nora.”
Nora. Not Wildflower. Why does that make this feel so serious?
I shrug that off and push myself up, bracing my hands on his chest, then slide back.
His cock nudges my entrance, and heat floods through me.
“Take me slow and deep, Wildflower,” he says, gripping my hips. “Let’s make you come again so when I flip you over, you can take me fucking you hard and deep.”
Oh, yeah, that’s good. That’s what I need.
“You’re a big talker,” I tell him.
“Yes. I am.” He presses up against me, andbigis all I can think. “Let me in.”
I reach back and take his cock in hand. I squeeze.
His breath hisses out between his teeth.
Then I shift, position him, and sink down over his cock, my gaze locked on the spot where his length is disappearing as he fills me up.
I moan as he slides deep.
God. That’s…so damned good.
His hands squeeze my hips hard. “Jesus. Christ. Nora.”
I look up quickly. “What?”
“Stop squeezing me so fucking hard. I’m not going to last.”
“I’m not squeezing.” I squeeze my pelvic muscles to prove it.
He swears. “You’re.” He sucks in a breath as he’s finally fully inside. “Tight as fuck.”
I smile and squeeze again.
He swats my ass.
I laugh. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“You want to be flipped over and just railed?”
I suck in a breath. “I…” I press my lips together.
He gives me a knowing smile. “Naughty girl.”
I grin. “It’s just that I’m pretty sure that would be amazing.”
