As if it would be anywhere but on her.
“What do you want, Nick?”
I slip my hands up and under her shirt. Her skin is so warm and so damn soft, it makes it hard to breathe. I let my hands drift farther up, connecting with the soft fabric of her bra.
“I want to devour you, Bex. Savor every inch of your skin and make you so wild, that you’ll be begging me to make you come.”
“Mmm.”
“I want to see you riding my cock. These beautiful breasts of yours”—I squeeze them for good measure and watch her facetwist in pleasure—“bouncing as you come. Maybe even fucking them.”
“Yes. God yes.” Her voice is breathy, heavy with need.
I grab at the hem of her shirt, push the fabric up and over her head, then dump the T-shirt on the floor. Bex’s chest is heaving with need. Clutching her in my arms, I flip us over and move her into the center of the bed.
Having her splayed out like this under me makes me want to do every dirty thing I’ve ever thought of to her. Settling between her legs, I trace one finger over the cups of her bra, watching as goose bumps break out over her skin.
“I picture this,” Bex tells me.
“Picture what?”
I trace the strap of her bra up to her shoulder and tug it down. I repeat it on the other side.
“You. Doing this to me.”
“When do you picture it?” I growl.
“When I have to get myself off.”
Fuck. Me.
Leaning over her, I tug the cup of her bra between my teeth and release her breast. Her nipple is already diamond hard as I flick my tongue over it.
“Fuck, Bex. Show me what you do. Let me do it to you.”
Bex squirms under me. “You’re doing it. I love when you play with my nipples. They’re so sensitive.”
Kissing my way across her chest, I pull down the other cup and kiss my way around the tender skin there. Not quite giving her the attention where she really wants it.
“Nick,” Bex moans. “Stop toying with me.”
I give her nipple a quick peck before drawing up and staring down at her. Her lip is swollen from biting down on it, and her hair is already a mess.
We’ve barely gotten started, and I love seeing how worked up with need she gets. Grasping the thin material of her pants, I pull them off and toss them behind me. A wet spot is visible on the light color of her underwear.
Dragging my nose up her leg, I nip at her thigh. Every inch of skin on display, I lick and suck. Taste and savor.
I’m dizzy with lust as I rock back onto my knees between her spread legs.
“What do you want?” she breathes.
I look down at the erection tenting my pants. “Take it out.”
Bex scrambles to her knees and undoes the button and zipper on my jeans with deft fingers. She wastes no time reaching into my boxers and pulling me out.
“Can I suck it?”
Watching this woman—this powerful, badass woman—taking command is the biggest turn-on. A heady feeling I want to ride for as long as I can. I can only nod at her before she pushes me onto my back. When she sucks the tip of my dick into her warm, wet mouth? I damn near lose my mind.
