For her.
“Suck me.” It comes out gruff. And her pretty face lights up. She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue.
And looks up at me like I’m a god and she’s on her knees to worship me.
When her lips slide over me, I feel like I’m walking into heaven. Her mouth is velvety warm, her tongue flickering against my aching skin. I let my eyes close for a moment as a groan escapes my lips.
When I open them, she’s still looking at me, her mouth sliding over my hard cock like she was born to do this.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I tell her thickly. “So beautiful on your knees.”
Her sigh vibrates against me, deepening the pleasure,and I thread my fingers through her hair, encouraging her rhythm.
How the fuck did I get this lucky?
She doesn’t rush, and I don’t try to rush her. I’m too busy being fucking entranced by the way our eyes are locked. The way she’s making me feel, the way she’s on her knees for me.
When I’m the one who should be worshipping her right now.
Her tongue slides against me again, her cheeks hollowing. Fuck. I’m too close. Too overwhelmed. The focus of my entire world is on this woman right now.
“Sadie,” I murmur.
She flutters her damn eyelashes, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I press my palm against her flushed cheek, because I need to feel her skin. And then, because I’m apparently a controlling asshole, I pull her off me, and lift her up from her knees, capturing her lips with a kiss, as I whisper against her mouth.
“You ready for me?”
We both know what I’m asking.
Because if I’m going to come, it’s not going to be in her mouth. It’s going to be inside her, with her body tight around me.
She nods, her eyes almost fevered with excitement. I reach down, and fuck she’s even wetter. So warm and welcoming.
And I can’t help it, I kiss her again. Softer this time. Full of promise.
Iwillmake it good for her. So good she’ll feel me for weeks.
“Put your legs around my waist,” I tell her, lifting her upand turning, pressing her back against the tree to give me purchase. She does more than that, she wraps them tight, flinging her arms around my neck like she never wants to let go. Then she leans in, kissing my neck, like she’ll never stop.
My breath catches at the way this woman trusts me. Wants me.
The same way I’m fucking desperate for her.
We talked about birth control in our messages. She’s on the pill. We’re both clean. But it still feels way too intimate as I press my swollen head against her sweetness.
She looks at me, her eyes wide, and for a second I’m lost in her gaze. It feels like we communicate without words. A fucking lifetime of conversation.
And then I push my way inside of her.
“Oh.”
She blinks and I slow myself, letting her adjust to me. Then inch by inch, I slide into her, until we’re connected in every way.
“Okay?” I whisper.
She nods.
