“What do you need?” he asked, undoing his own jeans and stepping out of them.
“I need...” When he pulled down her panties to her knees and pressed his face to the core of her, using his tongue and fingers, she lost her sentence.
God, God, God. She thrust against his mouth, as he used his tongue in inventive ways that she wouldn’t have expected. How did he…okay, nope, didn’t matter. That was…
Holy shit.
She arched against his bed as the orgasm built.
“I’m going to…” she said on a gasp, closing her eyes and pressing her head into the bedspread.
Then he removed his face. His hands weren’t doing their thing anymore, and he wasn’t there...
A crackle of foil drew her attention to the side of the bed where he stood, naked, sheathing himself.
What the hell-o-kay…The bulk of his sound system was quite the sight.
Her throat went thick. She pressed her legs together against the ache he’d created before pulling away, but she couldn’t seem to find any words to ask him why he’d done that.
His gaze locked on hers, the space between them disintegrating. He moved to her, knee to the deliciously cloud-like mattress, and he was over her. He pressed a kiss to the small heart tattoo at the top of her hip as she spread her legs. Wrapped her calves around his thighs. Held his gaze in hers as he lowered himself onto her, into her.
“God, Linx,” she said on a moan. The heft of him met the tightness of her.
He entered her slowly with delicious care, eyes locked to hers.
“More.” The pressure inside built again as she urged him with her calves. Seriously, sex with Linx was way better than therapy.
Then he gave her more. Gave her everything.
He thrusted into her as she arched back against him. The air in the room seemed to be thicker than it had been moments earlier.
And then she was falling.
“Linx,” she said on a breath.
“When I’m inside you, my name is Cedric,” he said. This seemed important to him.
She tried to focus on his expression, but she was quickly losing any control she had over her own body as the orgasm to end all orgasms rolled over her, through her, taking her past the edge.
“Cedric,” she said his name, more desperate than before.
“Becca.” He buried his face in her hair. “So tight.”
Actually, he was just that big. The kind of big that dwarfed everything around it, but in a good way. Like a super comfortable leather chair that seemed too big for the room, but actually fit perfectly.
His movements became more frantic. Hers did, too.
The rough hair of his legs across her smooth skin was the only thing keeping her grounded at the moment. And then, nothing mattered except the feelings he elicited throughout her body.
She convulsed around him, gripping his back as he continued the in and out movements that drove her further.
Like she was flying. Sure, she was present in the room, but she couldn’t be certain she didn’t call out his name as her body reveled in his.
Then he followed, flying and falling with her until they landed together, utterly spent, panting, and cocooned in his amazing mattress.
Yes, it was that good.
Just like he was.
