“My God, I’ve imagined you here a thousand times,” he breathed, shedding his dressing gown and joining her.
She scanned his body with her gaze while he perused hers. She was absolute perfection, all lush curves and full breasts, voluptuous hips, and long legs. The reality exceeded his wildest expectations.
She remained on her knees, and he came to meet her on his. She touched his chest tentatively, her fingers softly caressing his heated skin like butterfly wings.
He closed his eyes and groaned as her fingers moved down his abdomen to brush against his groin. But when she wrapped a fist around his hard cock, his hand shot down to capture hers.
“You cannot do that yet, Love, or this will be over far too quickly.”
A sly smile curved her full lips.
He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, allowing his hands to push into her thick hair. He cradled her head and fit her lips to his. Then he slowly lowered her to the bed.
Still kissing her, he gently pushed her on her back and covered her with his body. He twined his fingers through hers and pulled her hands down to rest on both sides of her hips. He pressed the backs of her hands into the bed, holding her captive there while he moved down her body to position his face between her luscious long legs.
Maddie swallowed. She had no clue what he was doing, but she didn’t want him to stop. Delightful darts of pleasure zipped through her entire body, and she was certain she would melt.
He nuzzled between her legs, and her eyes flew wide. Surely, he didn’t intend to—
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
She did as she was told, molten heat pouring through her veins. She sucked in her breath and held it.
He took one single lick. Just one, and her entire body shuddered. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back listless against the pillows. Oh, God. Why had she waited so long for this? She’d been a fool.
“I’ve wanted a taste of you for so long, Madeline,” he growled against her quivering thigh. “I need another.”
“Yes,” she breathed, spreading her legs even wider for him.
He licked her again, this time more deeply. She arched her back and moaned, straining against his hands, which still held hers in place. When he pulled her delicate nub into his mouth and sucked, her breath caught in her throat and her trembling knees clamped against his head. “Oh, God, Justin,” she sobbed.
He licked her until she was a quivering mass and then, when she couldn’t take a moment more, he let go of one of her hands and slid his finger inside her. He found the perfect spot and pressed against her as her keening cries gave him the smuggest of smiles.
Letting go of her other hand, he rolled onto his back, panting and staring at the ceiling.
Maddie took a few moments to allow her breathing to settle back to rights. Then she rolled toward him and pressed the length of her body to his side.
She allowed her hand to skim down his flat abdomen, relishing every inch and the way his smooth skin jumped in response to her touch.
“We can stop now, you know?” he offered, cracking open one eyelid to look at her.
“Why would we want to do that?” was her husky reply. “We’re not through yet, are we?”
“No,” he breathed, leaning up and shaking his head. “Not by half.”
“Show me. Show me what you want,” she whispered into his ear as her hand closed around his length.
Justin’s cock was so hard it was painful. And when her delicate fingers closed around him, he couldn’t stop his groan. He sucked in his breath through clenched teeth and moved his own hand down to cover hers, showing her how to stroke him.
She quickly took to it like a master.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
“Like this?” she asked as she squeezed him, running her cupped fingers up and down his aching length.
“God, yes. And, like this.” He took her hand and pulled it up and down his length, setting a torturous rhythm.
She continued to stroke him while his hips silently pushed against her sweet palm. It was agony. He was going to come. And he couldn’t come on her hand. Bad form, that.
