I planned to taste every inch of her again and again. If tonight was our last time, I would make it count. It was selfish, but if she thought back to this time together, I hoped she remembered our chemistry.
Pleasuring her was the only way I could show her how much I cared about her. I went slow—tracing my tongue along each of her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin I knew so well. “Do you know how sexy you are, Becca? Every part of you.”
“Shh. More licking, less talking.” Her voice came out strangled. She gripped the sheets and thrashed back and forth.
“Bossy Becca. I love the idea of you bossing me around the bedroom.” I slowly licked her, focusing on her clit for a full minute before sliding two fingers into her. Very slowly, wanting to drag this out and make her pleasure more intense.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Ke-keep doing… oh.” She panted.
I quickened the pace, curling my digits inside her as I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. Nothing mattered besides her pleasure. Her sounds, her scent, the way her skin felt against mine. It was a dream. A fantasy. I loved how she lost control, flung her head back, how she moaned my name and gave me every part of herself.
I flattened my tongue against her, slowing my pace until sweat covered her entire body. Her stomach trembled, and her thighs tensed. She twitched with need, and only then, I matched my thrusting with my tongue and gave her the pressure she needed.
Her legs tightened around my head, a deep guttural groan escaping before her orgasm hit. She bucked, throaty sounds escaping from her closed lips. I licked harder.
“Damn, you’re sexy.” My cock was hard as a rod, and I wanted her more than my next breath. I kissed along her stomach, up her chest, and removed her rugby shirt. “I need to feel your skin on mine.”
“Then why are you wearing clothes?” Her eyes widened with heat, and my heart skipped a beat. She was perfect.
She yanked my pajamas off with hungry fingers, giggling when my dick slapped against my stomach. But her humor quickly faded as she propped herself up on her elbows, completely naked and open for me. I scrambled for the condom in my pocket, and dropping the wrapper before sliding it on, I positioned myself over her.
A quick expression on her face made me pause. Her eyebrows pinched just a little, and a shadow of concern crossed her eyes. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yes,” She gripped my ass with both hands and pulled me toward her. “Why are you stopping, you insane, beautiful man?”
“You had this look on your face. Are you sure? I can go down on you as long as you want.” And I would. Happily. I just needed that frown to never return. Ever.
“Shh.” She grabbed my face, dragged my mouth to hers, and kissed me with so much energy that my body tingled. She bit down on my lip, sucking it into her mouth, and my control snapped. She captivated me. No way around it.
She sucked on my tongue as she wrapped her fingers around my dick. I hissed against her mouth, the feel of her velvety fingers enough to make me thrust into her fist.
“Becca,” I warned. “I want to be inside you.”
“Then get in there.” She pushed me onto my back and then crawled over me and positioned my dick at her entrance.
I pulsated with need. The need to take her, to be closer to her. Her hair fell around her shoulders, her perfect pink nipples erect and delectable. My heart hammered against my ribs as she lowered herself onto me, sliding my dick deep into her warm body. Her mouth formed anOas she groaned.
“So thick, so good.” She rocked her hips, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as she stared at me. There was something about her large brown eyes that made everythingmore. Like she saw past all my bullshit and liked me anyway.
I let her take control, loving how she took charge. Her eyes were half-closed, and sweat dripped down her chest. Dark shadows highlighted her curves, even giving me a glimpse of her adorable freckles. I could stare at her body for days.
She rocked faster, her cheeks growing redder. I gripped her ass. It was so firm and perfect. She fell forward, our chests squishing together. Her heart beat against mine in the same wild rhythm.
“Yes,” she cried out before slamming her mouth onto mine in a wet kiss. “Harrison… yes!”
Her muscles tightened, and I massaged her clit. Her body trembled around me and I kissed her harder, just as she came. She clung to me like she needed me, and I tried not to let that get to my head.
Her post-orgasm look was a punch to the gut. Her gaze so clear, open, and honest, and filled with emotion. The pressure in my chest grew double in size, making an uncomfortable ball form in my throat.
She gave me the sexiest, coy smile before squeezing herself around my cock. Losing control, I flipped her over and thrust into her. She locked her legs around me and ran her tongue over her lips, clawing at me. I cupped the back of her head with one hand and took what she gave to me. Our ragged breathing and my thrusts were the only sounds in the room, and I fucking loved it. She arched her hips, taking me deeper until I came hard and fast.
“Damn.” I moaned into her hair, the lingering effects of pleasure flowing through my veins causing feelings and emotions to bubble up. I wanted to tell her how good she smelled and how I could sleep with her a million times and never get bored. That maybe I wanted to see her all the time andnotas neighbors.
Discarding the condom in the bathroom, I slid back into the bed, completely spent and satisfied—a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“Damn. Come here, woman.” I patted the spot beside me but she hesitated, making me nervous. “I like you here. Come on.”
