Her breath caught at his command. She liked a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t shy about demanding it.
When she pulled his boxer briefs down to his knees, her breath shuddered out of her at the sight of him. He was so long and thick, with angry-looking veins that snarled up his impressive length.
She’d had lovers who’d had pretty penises and lovers who’d had unique ones that bent one way or the other. But Doc’s dick was the first she’d seen that was…aggressive. That was the first word that flitted through her head.
“Touch me,” he said again, and she was more than happy to oblige.
Gently mapping his length with her fingernails, she watched, mesmerized, as his cock bobbed against her touch, begging for more. She gave it to him by wrapping her fist around him—noting how her fingertips struggled to touch—and slowly stroked.
Just one long, luxurious glide from his fat base up the length of his veiny shaft.
His cock was a wonderful contradiction of soft skin covering steely hardness. And he was so hot he nearly burned her. When she reached his swollen tip, a bead of moisture met her exploring fingers.
He growled something low and fierce. Then he hooked a hand behind her neck and dragged her forward for a kiss that made her breath strangle in her lungs.
“I want you, Cami,” he moaned into her mouth. “Ineedyou.”
“Then take me,” she told him, more than ready to finally,finallybe consumed by the fire of her desire for him.
He jackknifed off the bed, shedding his T-shirt and his boxer briefs along the way. When he stood beside the mattress, so big and tall and gloriouslymale, his erection stood out from his body at a ninety-degree angle.
She got the impression it wanted very much to be upright, to reach past his belly button, but its own weight dragged it down.
Her center melted at the sight, going soft and wet in contrast to all his hardness and heat.
“Come on, Mason,” he muttered as he ripped open the drawer on the bedside table. “Don’t let me down. Aha!”
He pulled out a roll of condoms, happily ripping off one foil square.
“Here.” She scooted to the edge of the bed, taking the wrapped condom from him. “Let me.”
She wanted her hands back on him. Now that she knew what it was to hold that part of him, her palms itched to experience the glory again.
He stood before her, unabashed in his blatant sexuality as she tore the foil square and took out the ring of latex. When she lifted her eyes, she found his gaze hot and hungry. Then they both watched as she took him in hand and slowly, ever so slowly, slid the latex down his impressive length.
She grazed her nails over his balls once she reached his base and watched his stomach muscles contract like an accordion.
Scooting back onto the bed, she beckoned him to join her with a crooked finger. He set an Olympic record for speed as he slid onto the mattress beside her. When he leaned forward to kiss her neck, his beard stubble prickled the sensitive skin there.
She pushed on his chest, wanting him to lie back so she could explore his body, wanting to learn every rise of muscle, every length of tendon, all the textures of his scars. But he shook his head.
“Not this first time,” he rasped. “This first time I want to exploreyou. Next time, you can explore me.”
And then, for long moments, hedidexplore her. His hands ran over every inch of her skin, and his feathery touch made her shudder and moan. He followed the path of his fingers with his mouth, starting with her breasts and paying particular attention to the little freckle under the left one, licking at it like it was made of chocolate.
Then his warm lips left a trail down the centerline of her body. Stopping briefly to pepper soothing kisses around the bandage on her side. He dropped open-mouthed licks to each of her hip bones. Lightly nipped the slight roundness of her lower belly. And then delved his tongue into her belly button.
Desire swirled inside her as fiercely as the winds swirled outside. And tongues of fire licked at her skin everywhere he touched her, everywhere he tasted her.
By the time he’d finished learning the contours of her belly button, her center was throbbing so hard it bordered on pain.
She tugged at his shoulders, whispering commands of her own because her need was so great. He obliged by positioning himself between her spread legs and holding himself aloft on his forearms. Desperation gleamed in his green eyes. Hunger tightened the skin over his cheekbones.
Wrapping her ankles behind his knees, she let her legs fall wide in blatant invitation, feeling the cool air brush against her wet, heated flesh.
Doc eagerly accepted her unspoken request by gripping the base of his dick and angling it down until his swollen tip kissed her hungry entrance.
They both gasped at that first carnal touch. And then she was mewling and moaning as he slowly, so devastatinglyslowly, began to push inside.
