“Oh…” Libby’s breath caught.Dan’s hand slid between her thighs.“Oh…”
“Interesting.”He kissed her neck again.“You seem lost for words.”
“I… Oh… Ah…” His fingers parted and played, as if he’d always known where to find those sweet, private spots that made her come.“This is…”
“Just what you needed help with?”
“Oh, yes.Definitely.”She melted against his hardness, his own obvious need put to the side to see to hers.Gliding and sliding, his fingers drove her higher and higher, and… She covered his hand with hers to stop him.“I’m—”
“I got you.”Holding her tight, he circled the tip of his finger over her wet, pulsing clitoris.“Let yourself go.”
This had always been her fantasy!
She raised her arms, pulled him down for a kiss, and powerless against his hands—one on her breast, gently pinching her nipple in the most exquisite way, and the other,oh…oh—she came hard in his arms, his name catching on her breath.
“Now, that’s what I call magnificent.”
At Dan’s raspy voice, her eyes flew open, and all she could see was their hot, R-rated reflection in the mirror.“You were watching me the whole time.”
“God, yeah.”His steel-like arousal pressed into her back.
Libby turned, her breasts brushing against his chest sending shivers through them both.“I think it’s time you wore one of your Christmas presents,” she said and stretched out on his bed while he tore the foil wrapper.
Slowly, teasingly, he took his thick penis in his hands and rolled on the condom.
“I’m so glad it fits.I didn’t keep the receipt.”
With a chuckle, Dan came to lie next to her, a sculpted iron Adonis, huge—in more ways than one—and prepared for action.Just like he’d promised.She settled beneath him as he propped his head in his hand and gazed down at her, his eyes full of words he didn’t speak.Words that probably went something like,What the heck are we doing, and why does it feel so damn good?The same words that were hovering around in her head amidst the steam and haze.
And then he kissed her.For several minutes, everything went blank—everything except his mouth, his hands, and the way his teeth grazed her nipple that made her back arch.
Rolling over, he pulled her on top.
“This is where we got to last night on the sofa,” he said when Libby had shifted to straddle him.Hot hands on her hips, he guided her along his hard ridge and practically made her purr.“I’ve been thinking about you riding me ever since.Aw, yeah,” he breathed when she rubbed herself against his plump tip, building her own climax as much as his.“That’s…ah…” Slowly, she took him in, inch by glorious inch.“Ah-mazing.”
Dan’s groans were empowering.She was a goddess riding her stallion.
“Libby…” He gripped her hips.
She rode faster.His hands gripped tighter, but then something in her brain told her he was no longer guiding her.He was stopping her.
Mortified, she halted.Dan was a friend, but he was still a man with sexual preferences, likes and dislikes.“Did I do something wrong?”
“Fuck, no.How could you think that?It’s me.I’m too turned on.I need a moment.”Dan was taking deep breaths now, taut and rigid like he might shatter at the slightest movement.“I have high performance standards, and there’s no way I’m coming inside you in less than a minute.”
“Good thing, then, that my Christmas present to you gives you twelve attempts to prove your endurance.”Libby swallowed back a smile.“I didn’t last longer than five seconds myself just now.”
“That’s different.”
She couldn’t see how.Not really.But she was enjoying her position, both physically and emotionally.Dan felt so good inside her, and his reaction to her body jet-propelled her self-esteem.
“So, um…” Teasing him, she drummed her fingers on his abs like she were waiting for a call to connect.“Still need a moment, Cranky?”
“Yep.”
“All right.What should we talk about?”
“Anything.”
