My aching cock lands on her pubic hair with a thud. Fuck. I screw my eyes shut.
“You okay?”
“What? Yeah.”
“You’re just, um, breathing kind of hard.”
Now, it’s my turn to do one of those voiceless laughs. “Yeah, well, this feels pretty good.”
Her breathless “Yeah” stops me mid laugh.
Fuck. “It does?”
“You feel, um…big, you know?”
“I am.”
She snorts. “All right, show off. Just, you know, stick it in already.”
Nope. Hell no. Not so fast. If this is the one time, I’m enjoying every goddamn second of it. I need something to take back to the spank bank. And, so far, though this is pretty novel, it’s also nowhere near the fantasies I’ve built up of this woman in my head. She’s so lush, her body so full, so beautiful, there’s something almost tragic about not getting to see her.
To put my hands all over her.
“You wet?”
“I… Should I check?”
“No. I got it.” Putting my weight on one arm, I grasp my shaft, brace myself, and nudge the rock-hard head between her legs.
The first swipe is dry. Not good. The second splits her open like a ripe fruit. I edge deeper and…oh yeah. She’s wet. Not soaking, but damp.
“Oh. Oh.” Her voice goes a little squeaky. Good. I want her to lose the control she’s got herself so tightly wound up in.
“Good?” I ask, just to hear more of her voice.
“Yeah. I think.”
Nice. Justgreatfor my ego.
I slide my dick down, dragging her wetness with me, then back up to hit her clit. The whimper she lets out is gratifying as hell, so I stay there.
No touching was the rule. With my hands. Might be cheating to use my cock. Pretty sure I don’t fucking care.
Lord knows I’ve never been all that keen on rules.
“I…I…Oh.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Almost there.” Another slick sweep down, coating myself in her. Every move loud. And, fuck, she smells so goddamn right. The exact flavor of sex—of woman—I’ve been aching for. I nudge her opening and ease back up. Down and up a few times until we’re both gasping from the contact.
“You feel that?” I speak to the side of her head. “You feel how hard I am for you?”
She nods.
“Good. I want you to know how hot you are. Even in the dark, Katarina.”
“You’re…you’re talking.”
“No rule against it.”
