Slowly, my eyelids flutter open as I stare at her, my heart drumming against my chest.
She releases her hand, brings her lips down to my cock, sucks and tastes the head, dragging her tongue down the length.
My fingers tangle in her dark locks. Heat floods all of my senses as a radiating tingle caresses every inch of me. “Bristol,” I moan, and she smiles, climbing back up me.
“Condom?”
Gasping for air, wordless, I nod and roll toward the nightstand, retrieving a condom and securing it over my cock.
My mouth finds her and I tangle with her, limb over limb, both of us fighting for control. Bristol wins, maybe I let her win a little, deciding she can be on top if that’s what she wants.
Her hands rake at my chest as she moves down onto my shaft, head bent back, lips parting as I fill her.
I lean forward, wanting a taste of her flesh, my lips sucking her neck, kissing and licking her skin as I drag my tongue up to her mouth, covering her lips.
Her tongue pushes past my lips, her fingers moving through my hair as her hips rock and grind over my cock.
Fuck, she feels amazing.
I steady my hands on her hips, guiding her with each thrust as I rock against her and our foreheads meet.
Her breathing is rough and heavy, matching mine as I struggle to breathe through the ecstasy coursing through me.
“You like that?” she murmurs, and I cover her lips with a kiss and a nod.
Dare I say I love it, but I won’t speak that l word.
“God, yes,” I hiss between clenched teeth, doing everything I can to make the moment between us last.
“You moan my name,” she snarls at me.
Bristol’s insides tighten around my shaft, and holy hell, the girl knows how to bring me toward the edge.
The corners of my lips turn upward, and her mouth is on mine, hungrily taking another taste as if it might be the last and she’s dying of thirst.
She pushes me back down onto my back, a smug grin etches over her features as she rides me.
Fuck.
Everything about her is positively sinful.
The way her neck lolls back, exposing her gorgeous spattering of freckles. Her lips part and eyes shut as she grinds herself against me.
My hands help guide her hips, offering her support and a steady rhythm until I can’t take it anymore. I need to touch more of her.
My fingers careen up her stomach to her breast, teasing her nipple, and the moan falls from her lips as her pussy walls clench onto my cock.
“Like that?” I ask, and her head falls forward, eyes shut, as she struggles to regain control.
I have every opportunity to put her on her back, but I don’t.
I actually like having Bristol on top, and watching the flush cover her cheeks and chest is an added bonus. The rise and fall as her breathing intensifies, and she grips my forearms before collapsing on top of me.
Her heart is pounding rapidly; I can practically feel it through my own walls.
I don’t dare ask if she came. I don’t think she did. It didn’t feel like it had the last time.
She’s panting hard and gasping for air, and I roll Bristol onto her back, my mouth dropping soft, featherlight kisses across her neck and down her shoulder as I glide my cock out of her.
