“Don’t come.”
“What?” From the look on Bode’s face, he’s in a daze.
Reaching into his pocket, I fish out his wallet and grab the condom. I press a kiss to the top of his impossibly hard dick and roll it down.
“As much as I want you to come in my mouth, I want to feel you inside of me.”
Not wasting any more time, I toss my shorts and underwear to the side and sit on top of him, sliding down slowly.
“Fucking finally.”
I trail kisses up his neck. Kissing. Nibbling. Sucking. “Do you know how good you feel filling me up? The way you fit inside of me? I love it, Bode.”
“Your pussy is so damn perfect, I want to cry.”
I don’t even know if he hears what he’s saying as I move over him. The slow roll of my hips amps up my pleasure. Bode is close to the breaking point. I make his pleasure my own as I move my mouth over his. I want everything this man will give me.
His mouth closes over my nipple, tugging on it. I cry out in pleasure.
“Bode—”
Before I can say another word, Bode pulls his arms out of his restraints and lifts me off him. Turning me, he pushes my chest down onto the table where game pieces go flying as he thrusts back inside.
“Oh!”
“Perfect.” Bode’s chest covers my back as he moves inside me. He tugs my earlobe between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh. He lifts my knee onto the table to open me up. “You were made for me, Stevie. Your pussy? It’s heaven. I could die happy right now.”
Bode reaches around me and strums my clit. “Keep doing that.”
“I’m so close, babe. I need you to come.”
“Harder, then. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
The only sound that can be heard is the slapping of skin against skin. Each thrust reaches a place deep inside me that has me ready to explode.
“Fuck, Stevie. Fuck. I’m going to?—”
He can’t finish the sentence before he’s coming with me. He empties his release into the condom and it tips me over the cliff.
Falling into the abyss with Bode is indescribable.
He’s shouting. I’m shouting. I have never felt like this before. So lost in bliss, that I don’t know which way is up.
I can’t move. I know I should, but I’m not ready to break the moment. I want to bask in Bode for as long as possible.
I don’t know how much time passes before Bode pulls out of me. I stay put until his warmth surrounds me and he lifts me into his arms.
“C’mon, champ. I think you might need a recovery period before we do that again.”
“Play Sorry and me beat you?”
He smacks my ass as he throws me over his shoulder and jogs up the stairs.
“If that’s what you want to do, I might have to make you come again.”
“You better.”
And that he does. All night long.
