“Jesus, Rachel. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
A playful grin curves her lips as she presses her petite body against mine, leaving no doubt about the effect she’shaving on me. Her knee drags up to rest on my hip as she presses her heat against my throbbing cock.
“Don’t stop kissing me,” she whispers against my jawline.
Our kisses grow needier, more desperate, as I slowly push her back, bringing myself on top of her. I kiss her deeper, drawing a moan from her throat. My lips trail down her neck, teeth gliding gently against her skin, tongue following before I suck softly, then drag my kisses back up her jawline, finding her eager lips with intensity. What started out lazy is now rough, filled with jagged breathing as I bite and suck at her bottom lip.
I press harder into her as her hands slide down my ribs. My cock couldn’t get any harder, and every movement of her body gliding against it is pure ecstasy.
Reaching farther down, she pulls at the small white string on her shorts, as if giving me permission to continue. Then her palm returns to me, gripping me gently in her soft hand. Her fingers drag with painful pleasure along the sensitive underside of my cock. A groan escaping from my lips before I can catch it.
My desperation for her grows rapidly as my hands find the hem of her shirt—well, my shirt, and I don’t care if I rip it as I remove it from her toned body. It’s frantic, and my neediness makes her laugh as I toss it to the floor.
“Damn you,” I choke out. “I wanted to take my time—savor every inch—but I need you so fucking badly.”
Her back arches, and my lips go straight to her hard nipples as my arms wrap around her body. Her breasts are on the smaller side, but perky and perfect. As I suck and lick the small buds, she moans and grinds against me, continuing to rub me gently back and forth. “I feel like I could blow just looking at you.”
Needing her to stop touching me before I embarrass myself. I glide down, kissing her stomach as my thumbs reach inside her shorts, removing them and leaving her completelyexposed. “God, Rachel, you are gorgeous. Your body has me in a trance, I can’t stop touching you.” My voice comes out in a dusky drawl. “I want to lick every inch of you.”
My thumb works over her clit as my tongue slides over her entrance, “God you taste like candy,” my tongue slides over her again. I devour her some more, sucking and licking enjoying every moment.
“Okay, you pants off,” she murmurs, her lips swollen, eyes hooded. She looks so sexy saying those words while naked before me, like a goddess with a body begging to be worshipped. I do as she demands, and I watch her eyes shine in admiration as my dick springs free from my shorts. “You, Randy Harrison, are a sight to behold.”
“So are you, Rachel…” I frown, the rest of the sentence vanishing into thin air.
She tilts her head. “You forgot my last name, didn’t you?”
I blink. “No! I was just… building suspense.”
She laughs. “Summers.”
“Rachel Summers. I knew that…I think,” I say on a smile, falling onto her and burying my face into her neck.
She laughs. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I know,” I sigh dramatically, nipping at her neck. “It’s my only defense.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yes, that I do know,” I say, pulling myself up on one arm and reaching for the nightstand. I pass it to her. She opens the square foil packet, and I watch her slide it down over me. She grasps me gently and brings me to her wet entrance, lifting her hips as I slide into her.
“Fuck,” I moan slowly.
I look down at Rachel. Her head has fallen back into my pillow as she squeezes her fingers around my biceps. “Jesus,”she moans as I slide into her slowly. I release a hissed breath as I fill her completely.
I bask in the pleasure vibrating through my body. My lips fall to her jawline, slowly trailing upward until they find hers. Our kissing returns to a slow dance—unhurried, deliberate. Once again, it feels like we have all the time in the world as I slide back and forth inside her. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t stop. Just like that,” she murmurs.
My elbow falls beside her head, my other hand reaching south, fingers finding her clit as my thumb makes lazy circles. Her breathing deepens, her hips matching the pace as she starts to ride my cock. She’s taking control, using my body to drag out an orgasm—and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” she whispers into my ear, then sucks at my earlobe.
A wave of goosebumps races over my body. “Thank god, because I’m holding on by a thread here. I love feeling you take charge. You’re so fucking perfect.”
She basks in the compliment, then moans again as she brings one leg up to wrap around my waist. The way she moves—shaking, gasping—undoes me. Her moans strip me bare, leaving nothing but need.
My lips fall to the sensitive skin on her neck, my teeth dragging just above her jugular.
