“You’re not funny. I was really worried about you.”
And that statement made him love her all the more. He loved her worry, even if it was unwarranted. “I’m okay. We’re okay,” he assured her, kissing her again because he needed to. He wanted that connection. He needed it like the air he breathed. This woman was his center.
Destiny’s lips easily met his before taking possession. Like she was trying to assure herself through the kiss he was safe. Her hands took on a life of their own, grazing down his shoulders to his hips. Her hands tugged and pulled the material out of his pants then her hands were raking across his naked flesh. Mike shuddered, feeling her touch his bare skin.
Her kiss turned hungry, her tongue seeking out his, tangling with it. He didn’t know her to be so aggressive before. It was like she feared they would never kiss again.
“Mike.” Her lips trailed a hot blaze down his neck before she bite down where his shoulder and neck met.
Mike couldn’t hold back the groan at her love bite or the tightening of his fingers on her hips hoping he didn’t leave bruises. Destiny didn’t look like she cared as she pulled back and gazed up at him expectantly. Why? Had she asked him something. He couldn’t tell. Blood was rushing in his ears. This was one of his greatest fantasies come to life.
Mike stumbled back until his legs hit against a piece of furniture. The couch. He sat down and took her down with him. Destiny eagerly straddled his waist, grinding her hot core over his groin, driving him wild.
He had never been so hard for a woman before. It was taking all of his hard-earned control not to flip her on her back, move her panties to the side and drive into her until they both collapsed. But she deserved more than that. He loved Destiny. She deserved hearts and flowers. To be wined and dined. Her body deserved to be worshipped for hours. He’d be lucky if he made this last a few minutes. It had been a long time. That didn’t mean he couldn’t still make this good for her.
His hands skimmed down her back, loving the feeling of her bare skin. He had wanted to do this since she opened the door. He wanted to kiss every inch of her. He brushed the straps off her shoulders, mesmerized by the soft creamy texture of her skin.
Unable to hold back, Mike pulled her close so he could kiss her neck and shoulders, giving her the same love bite she had given him. Destiny groaned and wriggled in his lap, unable to hold still. Her hands clawed at his shirt trying to tear it off of him, but he wouldn’t let her. If she got him bare this would be over before it had begun.
Pinning her hands with him behind her back, Mike went back to tasting and teasing her, being egged on by her moans of approval. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised against her collar bone.
“Yes.” Destiny tossed her head back not even caring she didn’t have use of her hands. Instead she ground her pelvis over his lap.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
With a swift tug the dress dropped, spilling her breasts out, eager hard nipples greeting him. Destiny gasped and looked down at him. Her eyes bright and vivid. Her mouth open as she watched him hungerly.
Mike licked his lips before he feasted on them. They were on the smaller side, but he didn’t mind. With his size it was hard to find a woman with breasts big enough he could grip. Destiny’s were perfect for her frame. There wasn’t a thing he would change about her.
She tasted divine, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. With his tongue, he rolled a nipple in between his lips, sucking on her, drawing the hard tip even harder while his free hand plucked and played with the other.
Destiny squirmed in his lap as her arms pulled in his grasp, but she wasn’t trying to escape, so he didn’t loosen his grip. He pulled his head back with her nipple still in his mouth, keeping up pressure before releasing it with a pop. Destiny shuddered in his arms, tossing her head back again. So he did it again, loving her reaction. No woman had responded to his touch like she did. Destiny was so open and honest. Telling him with her body what she liked and wanted. So he took his cues from her, letting her tell him what she wanted.
He had never left a woman in his bed unsatisfied, but he didn’t want to be selfish and do only what he wanted to her, so he let the woman take control. They seemed to like that. Also having someone almost seven feet tall hovering over you and taking control could be discerning, so he gave control to the woman.
“More,” she practically begged and he wasn’t about to leave her wanting.
His hand snaked down between them knowing what she wanted. His dick practically had a permanent indent of a zipper from her riding it through his pants. As his hand got closer to the juncture of her thighs Destiny sat up taller on his lap giving him easier access. She definitely wasn’t shy about what she wanted now. She was giving him a road map.
He snaked his hand under her dress not stopping until he reached her center. Only a flimsy barrier keeping him from his goal. Not for long.
With a flick of his wrist he wrangled his fingers around the string and touched her heated flesh.
Destiny didn’t seem to breathe as she waited for him to touch her. With painstaking slowness, Mike drug a finger through her slit, her sex dripping over the digit before sinking his finger in. They both groaned at the same time. The walls of her sex gripped his finger greedily. Not waiting for him to make the next move, Destiny brought her bottom down, forcing his finger deeper.
He watched in rapture as she bit her lip, eyes closed riding his finger. He loved watching her take her pleasure from him. Mike added another finger and curled them when she came back down.
Destiny’s eyes opened as she gasped. Liked that, did she? He did it again feeling her cream soaking his hand. Her thighs tightened around him. Instinctively knowing what she needed Mike added his thumb. Swirling around the little nub. She was close, he could feel it.
He finally released her wrists so he could grip a handful of hair and pull her close. Destiny gripped the couch behind him, her hips gyrating over him. “Come,” he ordered.
Just like that she snapped. He watched, captivated as she came for him for the first time. It was magical. Her whole body tightened. She rose up, her back arching, her arms stretched tight, one of her legs shook as if she were possessed until she just slumped forward drained.
“Beautiful,” he whispered against her forehead giving her light peppered kisses across her face as his fingers still stroked her until her tremors faded.
He pulled out already missing her heat when her murmured words stopped him.
“Make love to me.”
