The lovely beauty sprawled on his navy comforter made him ache. His gaze skimmed along her small, bare feet, up her slim calves and thighs, and he smirked as she tugged her sweatshirt down, trying to cover herself. So cute. But not happening.
He shook his head. “Un-uh. Take it off.”
She pressed her lips together and sent him a slow, sultry blink. “You first.”
With zero hesitation, he whipped his shirt off and sent it flying. Stifling a giggle at his haste, her attention dropped. Like a caress, her warm honeyed eyes swept down his chest and abs, then zeroed in on the throbbing erection tenting his gray sweats. Yeah, there was no hiding it. His dick stood tall and proud, reaching for her much like a sunflower stretched its face toward the sun.
She licked her lips, and he swore he grew another fucking inch, desperate to sink into her hot, slick body.
Reaching for the hem of the sweatshirt, she slowly lifted it, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the bed. Sitting there in nothing but a black satin and lace bra, she looked like pure temptation. He swallowed hard before drool escaped the corner of his mouth. “Take it off,” he hissed between gritted teeth.
She arched a brow, cupped her breasts and smiled. “You first,” she repeated, her voice a husky whisper that matched the desire he saw in her eyes.
“Christ, you’re killing me.” Practically salivating, more eager than a boy on prom night, he shoved the sweats down and stood naked before her. He’d never been shy and he’d worked hard to stay in shape. Zero shame and pure masculine pride filled him.
Without a word, she unsnapped her bra and let the straps slide down her arms, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts he’d ever seen. Full, with rosy nipples. His mouth went dry as his knee hit the mattress and he crawled forward. She lay down as he moved over her, settled between her thighs, and kissed her passionately. Their tongues tangled, and when she exhaled, he drew in her breath.
Curving his hand over a breast, he marveled at how its shape fit his palm so well. As though it had been made for him alone. If it were up to him, she would belong to him. No one else.
Mine.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, and her short, square-shaped nails lightly scratched his scalp. Even though he was dying for her to take him deep, he forced himself to keep things slow and steady as he learned what she liked.
Recently, Brand and Wes had been talking about how things changed with a woman’s body as she got older. He’d listened, beyond curious, as they said things that worked before didn’t necessarily work now. They’d learned to listen to their wives, adapt their techniques, and both claimed their sex lives were better now than when they were younger.
Men were simple creatures, while women were mysterious, complex, ever-evolving beings who needed to be understood and treated with the utmost respect.
Intent on discovering what would make her scream, Jayson began trailing kisses down the delicate column of her neck,sucking at the slender curve where it met her shoulder. Moving lower, his mouth latched onto a pert nipple and worked it into a stiff peak.
“Jayson… Ohhhh…”
He loved that breathy sound. Savored the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched up beneath him. Her enthusiastic response encouraged him, and he licked his way down, circling his tongue around her belly button. When he blew softly into the small indent, she shivered.
The overwhelming desire to taste her again filled him. He hated that her ex had put doubts in her head, and he was determined to crush them once and for all. Pushing her legs further apart, his thumbs opened her up to him and he buried his face in his newfound heaven. Because he hadn’t been lying just to make her feel better. She tasted like the fucking nectar of the gods—absolutely intoxicating—and he lapped her juices up until she cried out, her body shaking and spasming.
Bringing her slowly back down to earth with his fingers and mouth, he glanced up and smirked. She looked absolutely boneless, breathing hard, hands fisting the comforter. His pretty, little sunflower, all opened up. Just for him.
“Oh…my…God,” she sighed.
He rolled away, yanked the nightstand drawer open and pulled out a condom. With slightly trembling hands, he rolled it on in record time. Moving back over to her, he sank back down between her legs and kissed her thoroughly. “Is that a good ‘oh, my God’?” he teased, nipping at her bottom lip.
“I think my soul left my body. You sucked it right out.”
Laughter rumbled through him. “I aim to please, Sunflower.”
Her eyes darkened and her lids lowered at the endearment. “Then don’t make me wait any longer.” She rubbed her slick pussy against his engorged tip, trying to draw him inside. “Fuck me, Jayson.”
Her words tipped him over the edge and he slammed into her. She cried out, her body stretching around him, and he buried his face against her neck. For a long moment, he breathed in her fragrant hair, allowing her to adjust to his size. Hot, wet heat engulfed him and her inner muscles clamped down hard.
“Fuck, Sabrina,” he groaned. Her pussy was choking his cock, and he was close to detonating.
“Move,please,” she moaned, lifting her hips.
He withdrew almost completely, then slammed home again. In and out. Harder and faster. Until they were a tangled frenzy of limbs. Their mating turned rougher than he’d expected, but she was demanding, keeping up with him. Pushing and challenging him.
With a growl, he withdrew, flipped her over and hauled her onto her hands and knees. Pushing back inside her, his fingers found her swollen clit, working it without mercy as his cock sank to new depths. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, and it wasn’t long before she screamed his name.
Mission fucking accomplished.
