“Too many to count.”
“In high school?”
“How do you think I taught myself to get off, Hollis? I had a picture of you hidden under my mattress that I’d stare at while I dry humped my pillow.”
“Jesus, that’s hot. I’m gonna have to have you reenact that.” He pauses. “Later.”
Then his mouth is on my pussy and?—
“Oh, holy fucking shit balls!” I cry out. My back arches, but the way his arms are wrapped around my thighs, I’m basically pinned to the mattress.
All I can do is lie there and take everything he’s giving me.
It’s a hardship, honestly, especially when I lift up on my elbows and get to not only feel what he’s doing but see it.
His muscled frame is bent over, arms flexed, face buried. His freckled shoulders move as he licks and sucks with enthusiasm. The sight of him ratchets my pleasure up to an insane level because he’s not just pleasuring me for my enjoyment. He’s getting off on it.
His tongue flicks my clit in just the right spot, and my hand shoots out, grabbing his head and holding him there.
“Right there. Don’t stop,” I beg.
It usually takes me forever to come like this, but that single tongue flick and I’m already starting to feel that delicious fluttering deep in my belly.
He does exactly what I ask, staying exactly where I told him, and when I start grinding my hips against his face, he lets out the sexiest groan.
“Oh fuck, Hollis.” My orgasm starts to build. “I’m gonna come.”
His arms tighten around my thighs, and then they start to shake as the orgasm hits me. I cry out his name, my legs clamping around his head as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me.
When I come back to earth, Hollis is staring up at me with glossy lips and a contented smile. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”
“Ever?” I level him with a mischievous grin. “That was pretty tame.”
He shakes his head, still grinning ear to ear. “Don’t mess with me right now. My inner caveman is feeling very possessive.”
I run my thumb along his bottom lip, still wet from me. His eyes flare with heat. “I noticed. Where did my sweet best friend go?”
He climbs off the bed, and I watch as his thumbs slip under the waistband of his athletic shorts. “I’ll always be your best friend, Pres. But right now, I’m your husband, and I really need to fuck you.”
His shorts fall to the floor.
Oh damn. I mean, I knew he was well-endowed based on the towel incident a few weeks ago, and he wasn’t even hard then, but I had no idea?—
“Pres, you’re staring.”
“Yeah.” My lips quirk. “There’s a lot to stare at.”
“Was that a dick joke?” He gets back on the bed and slowly crawls up my body.
“Maybe.”
That boyish grin returns as he leans in to kiss me, but he suddenly stops himself. Eyes wide, he says, “Shit. I don’t have any condoms. Seemed kind of presumptuous before. But now?—”
“I don’t either. I threw all mine out when?—”
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “We are not bringing his name into our marital bed.”
I snort. “Marital bed?”
