“No,” I said, surprised by my dominant tone. “I’ve waited so long. I’ve been so patient.” I pinned her hands on either side of her head. “Be a good girl and let me enjoy it.”
She nodded mutely, her muscles relaxing. So I released my hold on her and sat back, dragging her shirt over her head. For a moment, I stayed there, enjoying the view. Those breasts, barely constrained by the nursing bra, were enough to make me come in my pants on sight.
Fingers hooked in the waistband of her pants, I eyed her. “Is this okay?”
She nodded quickly, arching against me. “Please.”
In one quick move, I tore her sweatpants down. Then I kissed every inch of her, from her ears to her knees. Though I avoided the places she wanted me most, driving her need higher and enjoying the sighs and gasps she let out as I discovered new spots.
“Spread,” I commanded.
Without hesitation, she did, the wet spot on her cotton panties calling to me like a siren song. I breathed her in, eyes closed, her scent making me impossibly hard.
“Please,” she whimpered as I nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
I shook my head. I was a man starved, and with this feast spread out before me, I’d savor every bite.
But before I could calculate my next move, she took control and flipped me onto my back. Straddling me, she brought her chest to mine, fire flashing in her eyes.
My vision blurred. This goddess might just end me tonight.
“Get naked. Now.” She pushed up and slid back, then got to work with the button of my pants. “And if you listen, I’ll take my bra off.”
She did not have to tell me twice. Heaving myself up, I grasped her hips and slid her to the mattress beside me. While I scrambled to get my shirt, jeans, and boxers off, she watched me, toying with the straps of her bra.
Finally naked, I dove back onto the bed, getting situated a moment before she tossed her bra across the room. She straddled me, trapping my hard cock between us, leaving it leaking and screaming for attention.
I ignored the sensation. I had work to do first.
There were not enough nerve endings in my hands to fully register the exquisite softness of her breasts. They were bigger than I remembered, her nipples a shade darker too. I reveled in the weight of them. Kissing and squeezing and licking with abandon.
I could lose myself here. Time had no meaning. Evie was all that existed.
I was lost in my ministrations when she reached between us and gripped my length. As she lifted up on her knees and lined the tip up with her entrance, then lowered herself onto me, black spots danced in my vision.
“Yes,” I hissed, head pressed back into the pillow. “Take it. Take anything you want, mama.”
She moaned and huffed out a breath, slowly working me deeper. “So full,” she gritted out.
The visual alone was enough to make me come, but I staved off the need to fuck into her and let her take what she wanted.
“That’s it,” I coached. “You’re doing so well. So gorgeous and so needy. That’s it. Go slow.”
She rolled her hips, sinking lower, her eyes on mine, her expression mirroring how I felt. We were both in shock. This was really happening.
“I need to move.” She whimpered, working her hips again.
With both hands, I clutched her ass hard, spreading her wide to help, and she bottomed out. Fuck. I thought I’d been turned on in the past, but I’d never been as enthralled as I was while Evie hovered over me, riding my cock, gasping and moaning, those glorious tits bouncing, begging to be grabbed and bitten.
My spine tingled, my impending orgasm threatening to end this too soon. “Fuck.” Eyes squeezed shut, I inhaled deeply, gathering my wits. I had to focus. This needed to last.
But I was still barreling toward finishing too quickly. I’d endured months of foreplay, spending time with her, smelling her, touching her. My body was not going to listen to reason.
“I need you to come,” I growled. “I won’t last much longer.”
With a wicked smile, she cupped her breasts, teasing and caressing.
“That’s not helping,” I gritted out.
