She missed his weight though, even if she could appreciate that he hadn’t wanted to totally terrify her upon wakening.
Running her hands through his hair, she gripped tight onto his head, rocking her hips again with a need she hoped to transmit.He hummed against her breast and murmured, “You taste so sweet, my Luna.”
She smiled and breathily whispered, “What if I want to know how you taste?”
“That can be arranged,” he groaned and reached up to join their mouths.
He tasted like sin and wonder and delight.She moaned into his lips, cupping his cheeks, and then running her hands over his back, she decided she loved the feel of him.The sensation of his hardened muscles against the pads of her fingers.
As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he shifted, finally moving over so that he was resting between her thighs and his cock was digging straight between her pussy lips.Ever so grateful she’d been wearing his way too big tee, which gave him easy access from above and below, and that she’d gone without panties it meant they were touching each other skin to skin.
The sensation was without compare, she thought dizzily.His hot heavy weight came dually.His body atop hers, his cock against her most tender and sensitive parts.
She moaned into his mouth.“I need you, Trip,” and she did.They weren’t words that came from an untruth.She did need him.She didn’t know where the need came from.It was like a bottomless pit in her core that a few kisses and his lips against her nipples had inspired.
With the brush of his shaft against her pussy, it was like the lighter to the wick.She set alight, needing him inside her, needing him to fill her like no other ever had.
He pulled back to dot a breathy kiss to her nose.“You do realize that I want to fuck you so many ways but sideways.”
“What’s wrong with sideways?”she teased, and he groaned at her joke.
“That could also be arranged, I guess,” he retorted, dipping his head to nip at her chin.“You’re a minx.Aren’t you?You shouldn’t be.You’re a good girl, but you’re our minx.”
She grinned, loving that he thought that about her.That he didn’t think she was dull, old Maryellen Forsythe-Drew, but some kind of sex kitten.
Well, shewasdull, old El, but for him,them, she could be the sexy woman she’d been made to be.
Lifting her legs, she cupped his hips with her thighs and pressed her calves into his lower back.“I want to be on top,” she told him, reveling in his quick grin as he flipped them over.
“Never let it be said that I don’t take direction well,” he retorted, beaming up at her as his hands came to settle on her hips.
She snorted.“I don’t know.Let’s try it out of ten times before we come to a concrete conclusion.”
“Talk dirty to me,” he mocked, grinning as he bumped his dick up against her pussy.“Oh, wait.Some other part of you is.”
Snickering, she rocked her hips, letting his cock rub along the line of her slit.She shivered when the tip rubbed her clit, then moaned when that simple touch ignited sparks throughout her body.With another moan, she whispered, “Does that feel as good to you as it does to me?”
“Better, babe,” he told her gruffly, his voice deliciously deep.His hair flopped over his forehead, and he had a massive case of bedhead, but the blond strands looked like spun gold against his paler forehead, and his eyes were dark with secrets made only for her.
The way he looked at her was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life.Bar none.And she’d watched this sexy as hell guy strip off earlier.There was nothing that should have beaten that!She was wrong, however.He looked at her like she was fifty Sports Illustrated cover girls combined, and that made it easier for her to tear off the tee and reveal all of herself to him.
She was shy, at first.She was round and plump.Never had she been fashionably thin like her mother or her sister-in-law.She had hips that wouldn’t quit and a chunky waist, but when he stared at her, she felt beautiful.He allowed her to let her fears and confidence issues melt away, and El would admit to loving him for that.
Reaching down between them, she grabbed his shaft and notched the tip to her gate.She was slick and hot, and the pressure of him right at her entrance was enough to have her eyelids fluttering down and her head falling back as she reveled in the deliciousness of the moment.
He was larger than any lover she’d had before, and he forged a new path inside her body.One that would forever be marked as his.Wriggling her hips in smooth circles, she waited for him to grab hold of her hips and urge her into action.But he didn’t.He let her take her time, let her tease the pair of them, and she loved him for that too.
Each inch was hard won but she delighted in being conquered.There was no pain as he spread her tissues, filling all of her right from the start.Then, she reached down and grabbing a hold of his hand, she pressed it to her pussy.
“Touch my clit, Trip,” she whispered, pleading a little but knowing too that she was directing him, and loving that he was letting her boss him around.
His eyelids dropped down like they had weights attached to the lashes, and he peered up at her through the white-gold shutters as he rubbed her clit.Slowly, at first, then gaining speed as his teasing touch incited her to move faster, to rock her hips and relax more around his hardness.She gritted out his name as he began to frig her clit in earnest, not stopping until she was seeing sparks behind her eyes.
Almost like those sparks were the catalyst, she took all of him, and boy, there was no hiding from the sensation.She felt like she was being impaled.
A yelp escaped her from the unexpected jolt deep inside, but hell, it felt good.“Jesus, you feel like heaven,” she gritted out.
His laugh was hoarse.“I’m the one who’s supposed to say that, sweetheart.”
