He looks at me. Looks at my mouth. His eyelids lower and then he kisses me while he pushes my jeans down and oh God, his mouth. I love the taste of him, the thrill of his tongue pushing into my mouth again and again, turning me on, melting me. I glide my fingers into his hair and kiss him back, slow and deep, sliding my tongue along his, breathing him in, tasting him. A moan climbs up my throat.
“So good,” I breathe. “So good.”
“Yeah.”
We both get rid of our clothes and I press myself against him. He’s rock solid against me, his chest, his abs. His cock.
My chest fills with effervescent mirth and a laugh breaks free of my mouth against his.
He pulls back, eyebrows up, lips quirked. “Something funny?”
“Y-yes.” Another laugh escapes me. “Yesterday, I went to this antiques sale with Rachel and there was this—” Another giggle finds its way out. “This sculpture… of a man.”
“Uh huh.”
“It was called B-Barbaro Boner.” I collapse against him in laughter again.
“Ah.” He cups the back of my head. I hear the smile in his voice when he says, “I think I’m getting the picture.”
“I wish I’d taken a picture! You should have seen his boner! It was massive! And very lifelike. And then I told Rachel th-that he reminded me of you.”
He barks out a laugh. “Jesus.”
“She was very jealous.” I lift my head and wipe a tear from my eye. “I’m sorry. I really killed the mood, didn’t I?”
“Nope.” He grins at me. “I love fucking you and laughing with you.”
“I love that, too.”
“And my boner is still massive.” He moves his hips against me.
I choke out a little laugh. “It is.” I reach for it and curl my hand around it. “I love your cock.”
He makes a rough noise. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I stroke him and he starts nudging me toward the bed. He yanks back the covers with one hand then eases me down to the mattress, coming down over me. His mouth is on mine again, and it’s so hot. So intoxicating. He sucks slowly and deliberately on my tongue and I’m on fire.
I slide my hands over him, through his silky hair, over the rough edge of his jaw. His pure physical energy is powerful. Seductive. “I missed you.”
“Fuck, I missed you, too. Christ, Ayla. I love you so much.”
He moves his mouth to my neck, kissing, sucking so gently, licking his way down to between my breasts. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks hungrily, provoking a deep pulsing need low in my belly. I hold onto his head as he moves back and forth between my breasts, then licks a path down over my stomach. My pussy quivers.
He rises up onto his knees, between my spread legs, and his gaze drops to my pussy.Oh God.
“Show me,” he says, voice rough and raw.
My chin goes up, my eyes fall closed. I slide my hand down the same path his tongue just took, into my wetness. I lick over my bottom lip and he groans.
“Look at you. Look how wet you are.”
I open my eyes and his gaze is like fire licking over my body. I slip a finger inside myself then pull it out to rub over my clit. I cup my breast with my other hand.
“Fuuuuck.”
His heated attention adds a dark thrill to my strokes, increases the sensations swirling inside me, hot and twisty.
“Do you want to come?” he rasps out.
