He groaned and pressed himself forward. “Not my shoulder, sweetheart.”
A part of her could hardly believe she was in his room, sitting on his bed.
She was going to let her body take over. She would ignore the taunts of unworthiness for now.
Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue around the head. A bead of liquid escaped, salty, warm, slick.
Carnal, animal hunger assaulted her. She swirled her lips around the tip and then slid him into her mouth.
With her hair twisted around his hand, he rocked his hips a little. “Oh, fuck, Penny. Fuck.”
He rocked his hips forward again, this time pressing himself deeper into her mouth. She relaxed and let him slide to the back of her throat.
Her breasts ached, and she squeezed her legs together.
He pulled back and then coaxed himself deeper. She didn’t need to be coaxed. When he pulled back, she sucked.
She sucked him right back into her mouth.
Both of her hands clutched at him now. Even his ass was all muscle. She kneaded the muscles there, where she could, pressing him harder into her.
She knew she couldn’t take him all the way but she’d do her damnedest. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed and listened to his moans and the sounds of him moving in and out.
She’d never felt this way before.
Never.
She’d scoffed at women who’d claimed to like this. She’d considered it degrading, overly submissive.
A little gross.
She squeezed the small amount of flesh she could get ahold of at the bottom of his cheeks.
He pumped forward.
“Touch yourself, Penny. Touch yourself for me,” he rasped.
She was no longer wife, daughter, divorcee… She was a woman who needed one thing more than anything else.
She pulled the material of her skirt up and spread her legs.
Her panties were more than a little damp.
She rubbed her hand over the silky material in tandem to his thrusts. Her scalp was beginning to burn from his tight grip in her hair. Harder now.
Faster.
And then he pulled himself out of her mouth and was on the bed with her. “I need your help, Penny,” he said. “Get your panties off so I can get in there.” He was on his back, pulling her skirt up around her waist. Careful not to injure him again, she scrambled as elegantly as she could to comply with his demand.
And then she was straddling him. God, but she was wet and he was hard.
She lowered herself, not caring about anything else in the entire world. The house could have been on fire. They could have been in the middle of an earthquake. Hundreds of people could have been watching. All she cared about was the way this felt. The way he felt.
The fact that he was filling an emptiness she’d not even realized she’d had.
But oh, how she needed him in there.
Deep.
