I want him more than I want my next breath.
His face moves a little closer, but then he pauses. When I place my hand on his jaw, he groans, “I can’t take much more.”
My breaths are coming in quick puffs, and unable to fight the sexual tension between us a second longer, I give in and press my mouth to his.
Another groan rumbles from Easton, and I feel the intense desire coming off him in waves as he starts to kiss me. His tongue drives into my mouth, and using his body, he pushes me onto my back.
Our tongues twist, and I get lost in the addictive taste of Easton.
His hands feverishly start to explore my body, and it feels as if he can’t touch me enough, drawing a satisfied moan from me. His mouth dominates mine until my lips are swollen and tingling. My fingers tug at the strands of hair, every nerve in my body alive for him.
God, I want all of this man. I’ve waited so long that asking me to wait another second might just be the end of me.
Every touch and kiss from him sets me on fire and makes me feel super emotional because I’m finally getting to experience the only dream I’ve ever had—for Easton to love me the way I’ve loved him the past fourteen years.
“Easton.” I want to beg him to touch me harder, to kiss me deeper, to take my body and make it his.
“Christ, Nova,” he groans before he pulls away so he can tug my leggings and underwear off. I quickly grab hold of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he orders, his tone rough with hunger. He sounds so damn hot it makes my abdomen tighten and heat flood my core.
While he switches on the bedside lamp, I nod frantically, my gaze glued to his face as his heated gray irises burn over every naked inch of me.
“So fucking perfect.” He climbs back onto the bed, and settling between my legs, he leans forward and presses a kiss to my hip before his head dips lower.
The instant his tongue brushes over my clit, my eyebrows fly up, and my lips part on a gasp.
Oh wow.
Intense pleasure ripples through me with every swipe of his tongue, and when his lips close around me and he sucks, my body arches, and I let out a cry.
Goose bumps scatter over my skin, and his response to my cry is to lick and bite the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs until I’m nothing more than a whimpering mess who can’t stop moaning uncontrollably.
A man has never gone down on me, and having Easton be my first makes all the sensations so much more intense.
“Easton,” I cry, pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. I’ve never felt anything this powerful before.
I arch my back more, and every muscle in my body tenses when he starts to circle my opening with the pad of his finger. “Oh God,” I whimper. “Please.”
The moment he pushes his finger inside me, my entire world splinters into paralyzing ecstasy. Pure bliss overwhelms me, and I let out a hoarse cry, my body convulsing as if I’m being electrocuted.
He drops kisses on my abdomen, my stomach, and between my breasts. When his mouth takes mine in a wild kiss, he pulls his hand from between my legs.
Easton’s lips worship mine for long, delicious minutes before he lifts his head. He looks at me with so much love and desire that my heart swells to twice its size with happiness. Then he growls, “You taste so fucking good.”
I bring my hands to the sides of his neck before I admit, “That was a first for me and totally mind blowing.”
“Good,” he mutters all possessively. He lowers his head to my chest, and his teeth tug at my nipple before his lips close over the hard bud. Alternating between my breasts, he gives them both attention until they’re sensitive, and I’m all hot and bothered again.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, my body squirming beneath his.
Easton moves away from me, and I watch as he climbs off the bed. When he pushes his sweatpants off, my eyes widen at the sight of his long, hard manhood. The two men I’ve been with weren’t even half his size, which makes me worry that it will hurt.
Opening the drawer of the bedside table, Easton removes a condom from it. His eyes flick to me as he rips the foil open with his teeth.
Holy hotness.
When he rolls the condom over his hard length, the sight of him touching himself is one heck of a turn-on.
