Boy howdy, when Crois St. Cyr went somewhere, he really went there.
With his hand over hers, stroking the length of his cock, it was both an intimate act and a bold one.
She loved this about him, the ability to be more than one thing to her… and everything at the same time.
It spun her around in the best of ways.
“So you think you can get that deep inside of me…”
He stopped moving their hands and looked down between them. “You doubt me?”
This man, she sighed, how could he be so audacious and funny at the same time.
“I don’t know,” she shook her head slowly. “My feelings go pretty deep.”
His eyes widened, his humor and determination flaring in them. “Is that a challenge, honey?”
Her whole body seemed to tense and release at the same moment.
This man and their relationship could make her go crazy in a heartbeat.
And she loved it.
“Yes,” she lifted her chin, and met his eyes with a challenge of her own, “Show me.”
“All right then.”
She had half a mind to ask him what he meant by his words, but she never got the chance.
Crois St. Cyr showed her his own version of a strip search.
Her camisole and boy shorts were on and then they were gone.
Where the two garments ended up, she wouldn’t find out until morning.
But she didn’t care.
Not a damn bit.
Crois had her bare and under him seconds later, his hands and his gaze moving all over her.
“You look… delicious.”
She didn’t laugh at his words because she’d seen him look at food and she’d been jealous of that look.
Now, he was looking at her like a big juicy steak.
And then he showed her that he meant what he said and began to devour her.
He put his mouth on hers, kissing her, nibbling on her lips until he sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
It almost tickled until she felt his cock hard and hot against her thigh.
Harmony parted her legs, giving him more room and felt the chill of his pre-cum swipe against her flesh.
She reached down between them to take hold of him, but he shook his head.
“Honey… baby… Don’t, please God don’t.”
