The feel of him hardening under me inspires me to rock into a better position. Large hands take hold of my ass and give a good squeeze. We’re already breaking new ground, crossing lines we haven’t before. The feel of him is both familiar and new, spun into the burning desire I have for him.
I roll my hips on top of him. The hardness feels so good against my clit that I do it again. And again, until I slide my hands to his neck, resting my head against his, closing my eyes as I try to calm my racing heart.
Running a hand over my shoulder, then caressing my jaw, he whispers against my cheek, “We can’t do this here.”
I lean back, still holding on to him. Sliding my hands to his shoulders, I search his eyes for the answer that doesn’t seem to be obvious to me. “Why?”
“Listen.” My breath is heavier than I’d like, so I hold it and turn an ear toward the door. The sound ofJeopardy, the tick of the clock at the base of the stairs, the creak of the floors, and a good night exchanged between two of my sisters. Every sound is so prevalent and louder than it should be.
I haven’t paid attention to the noise in years. With thismany people living together, it’s just always how it’s been. “I don’t even hear it anymore.”
“I can’t stop listening to every sound that slips under the door. I kiss you. Someone laughs. I slide my hand over your body, and the theme song toGolden Girlskicks in. I made you come, and someone dropped something heavy in the kitchen. There’s no privacy.”
He’s not wrong, and that throws cold water on the embers we were breathing fire into. Sitting back, I lose the energy to sit straight, so I slump and ask, “You don’t want to do anything?”
After pushing forward, he slides a finger over the outline of my lips, then follows with the softest kiss. “I want to do everything to you, but not here. I only want to hear you when we’re together, especially the first time.”
The sexual attraction has been there all along. Daniel made me feel so good in the tub. It was incredible, but it doesn’t change the growing need I have for him or to give him the same pleasure he gave me. Regulating my reactions isn’t something I want to do.
But giving is better than receiving, so I slip the little top off over my head and let it fall to the floor beside the bed. Those brown eyes that hold the light inside even when it’s darker in here drift down my body. His hands follow until he’s cupping my breasts like he held my face—with favor and adoration.
Reaching around me, he grabs my ass again and pulls me toward him in one swift tug. We kiss, and when his hands slip up my front to my breasts, he kneads them like I’m precious. The pressure firms, and when the tip of his thumb rolls over my nipple, shock waves shoot straight to my center. My body clenches in response as a craving isawakened. It would be so easy to lose myself and melt into his kisses. I don’t. I prop up on my knees, still kissing him with a building fervor when our tongues tangle together. And then I slip off to the side of his legs to station myself beside him, our mouths never losing contact.
I scrape my nails down his chest, momentarily distracted while running them through the hair on his chest twice before moving my hand lower and dipping under the waistband of his boxer briefs. A heavy but restrained hum greets me when I slide my hand over his length.
His eyes are locked onto mine like he’ll miss something if he blinks. With my fingers wrapped around his erection, my own desires magnify, making me wish his hand was touching me. As much as I want that, I want this to be about him more.
Angling toward him, I push the covers down his legs and start pulling the waistband down. He lifts enough for me to free his cock. He doesn’t hide or shy away. He runs his hand up my spine, hovering at the back of my neck. “I want to be in your mouth, Sunshine. Will you do that for me?”
That husky voice of his about does me in. I squeeze my thighs together as I station my hand at the base of his length, holding it up ready for me. He’s smooth and so large that I analyze angles before bending forward. I lick my lips and take the head of his cock into my mouth.
It only takes that contact for his head to snap back, digging into the padded headboard. Mouth open. Eyes closed. That earlier hum now caught in his throat.
I swirl my tongue under the cap and then cover more of him by sliding down inch by inch until my lips meet the top of my hand. I breathe through my nose and relax my throat, going deeper as my mouth follows my fingers. Tighteningmy lips and hollowing my mouth, I suck as I slide to the end again. His hand at the back of my head only encourages me to go deeper.
Catching a breath, I slide him back into my mouth. This time, I don’t go slow because I want this man to fall apart for me like I did for him. Bobbing, I push my limits, eliciting a moan from deep in his chest. “Feels so fucking good, babe. Don’t stop, okay?”
He’s steel and smooth as I use my tongue along the top of his cock. His low praises send goose bumps down my back.Powerful.My confidence explodes as I bring him to his knees.Invincible.
Adjusting my position, I ease my throat. He thrusts experimentally, and we find our rhythm together. “You’re taking me so deep, Sunshine. Just like that.”
Pulling my hair together in his fist, he moves to the side, and I peek up at him. His eyes are hooded, his mouth slightly open as he sucks in a breath and bucks his hips. He’s never been more attractive. More . . . mine. My core clenches, aching for him in the ways I hoped we would connect tonight. But this is so good. “That’s it. You’re doing so well for me. You’re taking my cock like you can’t live without it.” His breathing is erratic, chest pumping for air as much as his hips thrust for me. “Good fucking girl. Relax for me.”
His ab muscles tighten under my touch as an orgasm starts ripping through him, the current too strong for him to pull back. Grinding his mouth shut, he chases his release before it escapes.
I suck harder each time I slide up his length until he starts losing the control he’s holding tight to. “I can’t stop . . . Come so hard . . .” The words are as ragged as his body as he fucks my mouth like he’d fuck me.
I’m so wet, and the tingling is becoming too much. I push it aside, but the raw desire I have for him consumes my thoughts, and my body reacts instead. Fingers dig through my hair, pulling as he pushes, meeting me for every thrust.
His hand dives into my shorts, taking no prisoners. When his fingers slip through the yearning I have for him, I lose my control and bob harder just as he pinches my clit. My body releases as if he’d demanded it. My name rolls off his tongue in a chant or a prayer, I’m not sure. My senses are so overwhelmed that up becomes down and left turns right, leaving me to spin in the ecstasy.
But with him deep inside my mouth, I swallow, my throat embracing him until his gifts run dry and he pulls out. Dragging me into his arms like I’m a rag doll. I am devoid of energy to think, much less function with any physical competency.
Curled on top of him, I close my eyes, my jaw hurting, and lying in the aftermath of our pleasure. My breathing is as uneven as his and not stabilizing anytime soon.
His fingers pull my chin up. My eyes follow, meeting his again. His lids are lower, dragged down from what we just did. He says, “Do you know how incredible you are?”
“No. Tell me,” I joke.
