He needed to be in her too. He’dneeded to be in her since the moment she stepped into the shower.
Rolling away, he delved into his bedside table and yanked out a condom. He had it open and fisted down his swollen length in under three seconds.
When he turned back to her, it was to find her skin hot and damp from desire. Her eyes glittered with passion. And her thighs spread so he could see her pussy was ripe and open, ready for him.
He was so hard, he stood almost vertical. And when he positioned his hips between her legs, he though he might cum just looking at her lying there, a willing offering.
Grabbing her hand, he guided it to his throbbing cock. “Put me inside ya now, darlin’.”
She whimpered when her fingers wrapped around his thick base. Then she worked her hand up his length, following every pulsing vein, exploring the crest around his swollen head before firmly fisting him and pumping twice.Hewas the one doing the whimpering then.
He fucked into the clasp of her hand. He couldn’t help himself. It felt so damn good. But he quickly stopped because, as much as he wanted to let her flex her sexual siren’s muscles, he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Have mercy, Liza,” he begged, feeling a bead of sweat slip from his temple down to his jaw.
Her lopsided smile was one-hundred-percent pure enchantress as she slowly guided him to her entrance. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to play with her breasts. He wanted to do all the things he knew he was supposed to do in that moment. But all he could do was watch as she placed his swollen tip against the opening of her vagina.
Where she was pale, he was tan. Where she was soft, he was unbearably hard. While her pubic hair was inky black, his was medium brown.
The contrasts alone were erotic enough to have his eyes threatening to roll back in his head. And then she slowly, subtly raised her hips until his meaty head disappeared inside her and he realizedthatwas the definition of erotic.
Tight.
Hot.
Slick.
He gasped at the same time she did and lifted his chin just enough to see that she was watching too. Watching the place where they were joined. Enjoying the view of his thick, purple dick being welcomed into the glistening pink folds of her body.
“That’s…” She didn’t finish, simply shook her head in awe.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his muscles quaking as he held himself back from slamming into her—which was what his body begged him to do. Just rut and fuck and stroke in a hurried, frenzied rush that would send him over the edge in mere minutes and relieve the terrible ache in his testicles. But that sort of satisfaction would be fleeting. And what he wanted was something long-lasting.
He hadn’t allowed himself to think about it but, just as she’d said, friends with benefits implied an ending. At some point, they would stop the benefits and go back to being simply friends. When that happened, he wanted a million-and-one fantasies to look back on, to take out and enjoy on the nights when he was quiet and alone, to cherish for…well…very likely the rest of his life.
With that future in mind, he ignored his baser instincts and instead focused on memorizing every single detail of their joining. The way her body welcomed him, inch by slow, delicious inch. The way she fisted the sheets into knots in her hands and groaned once he was halfway home. The way she pressed her heels into the mattress and humped her hips up at him until he was seated to the hilt, the head of his dick mashing hard against her cervix.
They both hissed then. With sweet relief. With hot pleasure.
It took everything he had to remain still. To give her time to adjust.
Sweat beaded his brow. His voice was like gravel when he asked, “Y’okay?”
She opened her eyes and framed his face with her hands. Her expression was full of desire. “You feel amazing.” She wiggled her hips, stirring him inside her. “And that feels even better.”
Understatement.
It felt fan-fucking-tastic.
“And what about this?” he teased, slowly sliding out an inch before firmly reseating himself.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her feet found purchase on his calves, her heels tucking themselves into the bend of his knees.
“Yes, Fish,” she murmured, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Just like that.”
It was all the encouragement he needed.
Claiming her lips, he used his tongue to mate with her mouth in rhythm to the stroke of his hips. With each withdrawal, she moaned. With each return, she sucked in a ragged breath.
