“Hmm?” He licked his lips, breathless with anticipation as she leaned down.
Her eyes, heavy with lust, smoldered with an unreadable desire. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay.” He watched, savoring the moment, as her eyes fluttered closed—and then her soft lips met his in a gentle kiss.
Groaning, he followed her lead. She tilted his head to deepen the kiss. God, he could come just from kissing her. She tasted delicious. Like powdered donuts, apple spice, and caramel.
She pulled away, breasts heaving so close to his face. He barely resisted the urge to bury himself in the soft globes. With her fingernails, she trailed her touch down his chest, circling the flat of his nipple and flicking it as an afterthought. Her touch carried a spark of electricity, sending lightning straight to his cock.
The back of his head met the headboard with a thud. He peered down at her, eyes hooded with desire.
She explored his body with her hands, her fingers dipping between the valleys of his abs, making them clench. Then her mouth joined in the exploration, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on his chest.
She leaned over his cock, hair tickling his thighs. He held his breath, waiting for her next move. “You’re much bigger than I remember.”
“Oh?” It was all he could manage with her mouth so close to his throbbing cock.
She pulled away. “Do you have condoms?”
“What?” He was not in the right frame of mind to be discussing protection. He forced himself to take deep breaths, clearing the promise of sex fogging up his brain.
“Condoms?” she said with an eyebrow raised.
“Fuck.” He slammed his head back. “No, I don’t.”
She worried at her bottom lip. “Are you… Have you been recently tested?”
His neck moved with a nervous gulp. “It’s been years since…”
Relief and joy brightened her worried expression. “Me too…”
“Okay.” It was all the warning he got before her soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
“Fuck!” His hips jerked into the wet heat of her mouth.
She pulled back with a pop, a look of amusement on her face. “Shh, you have to be quiet.”
“What?” he said with a gasp.
“You don’t want to wake Marley up, do you?” She had a point. “If you can’t be quiet, we’re going to have to stop,” she continued, laughing at his answering growl.
He bit his cheek, stifling the noises wanting to escape as she sucked his cock down her throat. Her moans vibrating along his straining length tested his control. He nearly broke his wrists when her hand massaged his balls.
“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.” He cursed as quietly as he could. He was about to blow, and he needed to last a little longer. He thought about the stack of paperwork still waiting for him on his desk.The grumpy cat next door, who was always staring at him judgmentally in the window of Griffin’s house. What was its name again? Donuts? No, something else food-related. Pickles! That was it.
He slammed his head back with a thud. Gia looked up at him, mouth still wrapped around his cock like every single wet dream he’d ever had. “Dammit. You need to stop if you want me to last a little longer.”
She released him with another gentle pop. “Tapping out already?”
“Don’t get used to it,” he grumbled.
She wiped at the corner of her lip with a self-satisfied smile. Moving up his body, she straddled his legs once more. This time, he could feel the heat of her cunt close to his cock.
“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing there would be absolutely no turning back after this.
She rose to her knees, using a hand to guide his tip through her wet heat. The contact made them both groan until they remembered they needed to be quiet. “Yes, I’m sure.”
She glided him between her folds, so close to touching heaven but still so far away. “That’s right, baby. Get my cock nice and wet.”
