“Not yet,” I say. “Let me feel you this way a little longer.” I pull back several inches so I can see her again. I’m a visual man, and that sweet flesh deserves a long, lingering look.
With pressure building between my legs, I run two fingers down the crack of her ass, reaching low so I can touch her pussy. Saturated and hot, she’s ready for me. She hisses with need and I sink my fingertips inside her, then bring my hand to my mouth so I can smell and taste her.Fuck…Instantly on fire, I twirl her around so we’re face-to-face.
“I want you,” I tell her as I pick her up and drop her on the bed. “That pussy needs my cock inside it. Now.”
I yank off my boxers and straddle her just as she spreads her legs to accommodate me. The light on the nightstand is set on low but I can see every detail of her body—the lines and dips, the smooth curves that remind me of a work of art. I slide down, balanced on the edge of the mattress, my head positioned between her thighs.
“Brick…”
I glance up at her. “Accept it, baby.” I lower my mouth to her core. She squirms and cries out on contact, her legs already shaking uncontrollably. How long has it been since Starlet made love? I sink two fingers deep inside her and suck on her clit at the same time. Her hips buck and she lifts her ass off the bed, letting me know it’s sensory overload.
She digs her fingernails into my scalp as I ease back, letting her recover. There’s no end to where I want to touch and explore, and I reach for her breasts, caressing and squeezing them reverently. She sighs, massaging my head in response. Her tiny little gasps drive me crazy. Her shaking legs drive me crazy. Her sweet smell and taste makes me want to claim her. But I’m not that kind of man. Besides, that’s not what we’re here for.
Nomads don’t have old ladies for a reason.
I don’t have an old lady for a reason.
“Brick—shit—just fuck me already. Please…”
She’s coming, I can feel the faint pulse around my fingers. I grab the already open foil packet off the nightstand I put there a few minutes ago and extract the condom. I sit back on my heels and roll it on, hating the idea of a latex barrier between us. I’d kill to feel her tight flesh all around my dick. But it’s not worth the risk.
Staring down at her, I’m once again caught up in her exotic beauty. I belong inside her. I drape her right leg over my shoulder, caressing her clit with my fingers. She smiles, a sleepy look on her face. Those green eyes can’t hide a thing, and I dip down and give her a swift kiss on the mouth. Not sure what’s she’s doing to me, why my body can’t wait—why my mind is racing with crazy thoughts about this moment. That’s all it takes, I thrust inside her, hungry and determined to make her scream my name. She’s tight in the right way—wet and soft—fucking incredible. There’s nothing gentle about this connection. She’s starving for physical relief as much as I am. I hammer deep, pulling out several inches and then driving back inside her unforgivingly.
“More,” she whispers, gripping my arms, meeting me thrust-for-thrust.
I lean forward and claim that perfect mouth again. Our tongues swirl together savagely. I cup her face between my hands, shoving my thumb inside along with my tongue. She sucks the tip like it’s the head of my cock. I moan while picturing her on her knees in front of me. My hands drop lower, circling her beaded nipples.
She’s a dirty distraction—a stranger I picked up on the road, nothing more… Shit! The way she squeezes her inner muscles around my cock… the way she draws me in with her eyes—the way her tongue wets her bottom lip, inviting me to pillage that mouth of hers. Those fucking pouty lips. I’m obsessed.
It doesn’t take long, she erupts on the next thrust which inspires my body to do the same. I latch onto her shoulders with both hands and give her a deep kiss as we cum together. Breathless, I bury my face in her hair.
“Shit. That was… it was…”
“What?” I ask, lifting my head to meet her gaze.
“I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Just the beginning?” I offer, pulling out of her.
“The beginning of what?”
I give her a devilish grin and roll off the bed. She watches me trek to the sink where I take off the used condom and toss it in the trash can. Then I walk to my cut and grab two more foil packets from my front pocket. I hold them up.
“Again? Already?” Her eyes grow wider as her gaze dips lower and takes in my full erection.
I shrug. “Has a mind of its own.”
“Abigone.”
I chuckle, appreciating the compliment for what it is. “Roll over, Starlet,” I order as I reach the side of the bed. It’s time to fulfill one of the fantasies that’s been going through my head since she shook her ass on the dance floor. Nothing else will satisfy the monster inside me, not even another woman.
