She wasn’t just quivering but quaking in his arms.He’d brought her so damn close so damn fast.“I love the sight of you down between my legs.”
“I love the sound of your moans.”
Then it was there, her climax like fire across her skin, rushing down to her core, just with his touch inside her.Her cries filled the night.
He whispered against her ear, “I love how hard you come for me.”
It was like their phone sex, whispering dirty things to each other, making the climax better, longer, harder.
She’d barely come down from the high when he pushed her up the hood, her hot skin heating the metal.Bending to her, he buried his face between her legs.She almost screamed, the first climax barely over before the second rolled through.She was too weak to even lift her head and look at him.
He was too good, too perfect.
Tooeverything.
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She tasted like salted candy, ambrosia on his tongue.As she gushed with flavor, he drank in her taste.It was as if he’d waited all his life for a taste of her, for all her delicious sounds, the twisting and writhing of her body as he sucked on her, savored her.He didn’t need a fantasy.He didn’t need a crowd to watch.All he needed was her sweet body beneath him and her voice in his ear, her moans, her cries, just the way he’d heard them night after night on the phone.
He rode her with his tongue until her quaking subsided and she laughed involuntarily, as if she didn’t know she’d even made a sound.Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him up.“Oh my God.”
He knew how good it was, felt it, tasted it.He stood over her, relished her spread legs, her rucked-up dress, her mussed hair.“I want my cock inside you.I want to feel you surrounding me, working me.”
She reached for him.“God, Knox, I need it so bad.I’ve dreamed about feeling you inside me so many times.”
They had always been about the words.And hers were like a stroke along his cock.He pulled a condom out of his jacket pocket.
She arched a perfect eyebrow.“You came prepared.”
“I stole a glass of champagne for you and a condom for me.”He made quick work of it, even as his fingers trembled with how badly he wanted her.Then he stood at her threshold.“Say it,” he whispered.
“Please, Knox, make me come.Make me scream.If you don’t take me right this second, I think I’m going to die.”
She was so beautiful as she begged him.He eased inside her, finding her wet and hot and already clenching around him, forcing a low groan out of him.
Stretching, moaning, she wrapped her legs around him, trying to drag him deeper.“Please, Knox, please.”
He stroked her with just his crown, just there, right at her entrance, slow, agonizing.She shuddered around him, squeezing him, driving him mad.Pointing her toes, she flexed her muscles, gasped, groaned.
“Knox, oh my God.That’s so good, so perfect.Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Christ, I love it, just like on the phone, with you chanting at me, needing it so bad, and I feel it too, the way you milk me, squeeze me.”
It was all he could do to maintain control, gritting his teeth, because he wanted her to go off again, wanted to feel her come around him, didn’t want to miss the sensation when he was blinded by his own climax.“Open your eyes.Look at me.”
Moonlight glittered in her gaze.“Touch me,” she begged.
Gripping her hips, he guided his cock over the sweet spot inside.“I want to see you touch yourself.I’ve only ever imagined it.I want to see you while I feel you surrounding me.Do it for me.It’ll be like the vibrator with my cock inside you, the way you told me you loved to be taken.”
Her hand between her legs, she swirled her fingers around the tight little clit he’d sucked.He gritted his teeth as her body pulsed around him.
On a hiss of air, he muttered, “Christ, yes, just like that.”His legs quaked from the strain of the deliciously slow taking and of not giving in to his own pleasure yet.
Groaning, she squeezed her legs around his hips, shuddered, and said between gritted teeth, “Knox, please, please, please.”
She was almost there.His mind knew it, remembering exactly how she sounded every time she came on the phone.His body knew it in the gathering storm around his cock.And still he stayed steady, stroking her on the inside while she caressed herself on the outside.Holding her hip, he trailed his fingers over her in light touches, her thighs, the crease between her legs, her soft skin, her pubic hair.
She tensed, moaned, her fingers flying, her eyes closed, her lips parted.Finally, before he completely lost his mind, her body clamped down tight, squeezing him, dragging him in.
