I thrust my hips up into the paradise of her mouth while she runs her hands along my thighs, her nails trailing through the hair on my legs.
She sweeps her tongue across the head, then licks a long stripe down the underside, and I’m lost.
I’m moaning, low and loud as she taunts me with her tongue, teasing my dick before she devours me again.
And colors burst in front of my eyes. Ticker-tape parades kick off in my body. A comet launches.
It’s fucking incredible. No idea what this sorcery is but I don’t want it to end.
Except, I do know what it is—it’s her, in the dark, wanting to make me feel incredible.
And sheismaking me feel out of this world.
But I didn’t come over in the middle of the night to get serviced.
I tap her shoulder, then bite out, “Enough.”
She lets go, raises her face, and meets my eyes with a concerned look in hers. “Are you okay?”
“I will be when I’m inside you.”
“Then do it. And make it good,” she says, an order.
She’s so giving and so confident in bed. It’s the headiest combination. It’s like she’s free here to be this bold person who demands the pleasure she deserves. And I’m the lucky man who gets to answer to her.
I flip her so she’s on her back. She peels off the jersey in seconds, and my world stalls. She’s already naked. Not even wearing underwear.
I drag my thumb down the soft skin of her hip, then drop my face and suck on her right there, drawing out a moan before I let go.
“You wanted me in the middle of the night, didn’t you?” I ask, staring at the sight of her all long and lithe with nothing but starlight across her skin.
“What do you think?” She tips her knees open.
And I need a minute. The way she offers herself to me knocks me out. The way she talks to me stirs my chest, my dick, my mind.
That’s the problem. If I go too fast, this’ll be over far too soon. I only have one goal—make it great for her.
I lower myself so my palms bracket her face, my hard cockpressed to her stomach, our bodies together. “I’m going to make it so fucking good. Because I’m going to take my time with you, beautiful. Want to make this last.”
She arches her back, wraps her ankles around my ass. “Better start now.”
My entire body is a live wire. Cells are buzzing; nerves are firing. I’m already on the knife’s edge of lust. But I didn’t ease up tonight in the game. No way am I checking out early here either.
Gripping the base of my cock, I notch the head against her sweet pussy. A groan is ripped from my chest as I touch her. No, from the center of my fucking soul. “You’re so wet, beautiful.”
She’s slick and hot, and she feels like heaven already.
Her hands curl around my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. I hope she leaves marks. I hope they never go away.
“I’m a little turned on,” she whispers, a playful confession, a naughty glint in her eyes.
“Yeah, same here.”
I sink inside her so easily, parking my right hand back by her face. My gaze is locked on her. The way her neck stretches, the gasp that crosses her lips, the twist in her features.
The feel of her heat.
Her legs hook tighter around me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her ruby red lips part, then a word passes from them, all ragged and hungry. “Yessss.”
