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“It’s not quite what I hoped for. Too much work to enjoy it.”
He smiled, taking my chin in his thumb and forefinger. “Then tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.”
“Lie down.”
He did, propping himself up on a pillow, hand behind his head again. He was, without question, the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and in more ways than even the obvious. Like the artful way his hand hooked behind his head, his biceps fanned next to his face. The size of those hands, one of which rested on his chest, rising and falling with his breath. His legs, casually splayed. He looked like he belonged in a dirty magazine, not in bed with me. But in bed with me he was, looking up at me with hungry eyes.
Never had a man wanted me like this, either. There was a quiet power in that knowledge, and as I nestled my body between his legs with his eyes on me, I felt it in every blood cell.
I took my time, running my nose up his shaft, skimming my lips down, the lightest touch of my tongue up to the cleft in his crown. And I closed my eyes, kissing the tip, bringing my lips together. It was a slow admiration, the enjoyment of how he felt, how he tasted. My mouth watered, spit dripping down his shaft and to my fist where I held what I couldn’t take. He’d started to breathe heavier, his hand finding my face. I looked up at him through my lashes to find his eyes closed, chin tilted, wrist on his forehead. Without stopping, I raised a hand and snapped twice at him, earning me a smile and a hot look that only made me work harder. When I’d teased him as long as he could take it, I took him deep, feeling the swell of him against my tongue, in the back of my throat. I braced myself, eyes watering, his hands in my hair as he fucked my mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispered, giving me a chance to back out.
But I wasn’t about to lose this one either.
He came with a cry, his legs shaking as I milked him until there was nothing left.
I didn’t let him go until he was laid back and panting, and I had to swallow three fucking times to get it all down. Truly, I was lucky I didn’t choke to death. The thought amused me, and I smiled, getting on my hands and knees to crawl up to him.
But he sat, turning me over, pressing me into the bed, kissing me, his tongue sweeping my mouth to taste himself. He only let me go to lean over and dig into his bedside table for another condom, and this time I had the pleasure of watching, my fingertips circling my breast as he rolled the condom on. The sight of his cock slipping in and out of his fist sent a shock to my pussy, but when I wriggled and reached for him, he filled my arms. He pushed my thighs apart with his knees, fisted his cock at the root, fitted his crown between my lips, and flexed into the aching space until I was full.
I rose, meeting his lips as he angled for mine. The kiss was deep and hot and slow, my hands roaming, wanting to touch him everywhere all at once. There was too much to feel. The weight of him on top of me. The sweet command of his lips. The way he felt inside of me. The way he touched my face, like I was precious. The way my skin tingled, the blood rushing to my core, the world fading away.
The stars behind my eyes when I came.
The sight of him when my eyes opened.
He kissed me again, this time softly, gently, with gratitude and adoration. I could have lived forever in that kiss. Except that I couldn’t.
So I decided to collect as many as I could while they were here to take.
24
surprise, surprise
REMY
My favorite place in the whole fucking world was the hot space between her thighs.
Through all of last night and now into a much needed shower, I had lived in the depths of her, and I wondered if I’d ever be satisfied. Somehow, I very much doubted it.
Steaming water rained down my back and shoulders, the water trailing down my torso to my bare cock that disappeared inside of her, the tight squeeze of her body punctuated by the slap of wet skin. Thanks to a conversation last night spurred by the annoyance of a condom, I could feel every millimeter of her sweet, sweet pussy around me.
I thought I’d wanted her before, but now I was downright impossible. I couldn’t be anywhere but inside of her or I’d die on the spot.
She was hinged, her hands on the back edge of the clawfoot tub, tits bouncing and hair swinging in a curtain as I thrust into her, trying like hell not to come yet. Soap slid down her sides, gathered in the valley of her back, slicked her hips and ass beneath my hands. The notch of her waist was so sinful, I should have prayed for salvation. But there was no need—I was saved right then and there by the slick flesh squeezing my cock as I came deep and hard and messy inside her. It wasn’t until I’d caught my breath that I pulled out.
“Stay there,” I commanded, my voice rough.
She arched her back, sliding her hand between her legs.
“Look what you did,” she said, spreading herself open. A pearly bead of come dripped out of her, and by the time my groan ended, a slow, thick stream had followed.
“Goddamn you,” I rasped, grabbing her arm to turn her around. Our lips crashed, one hand cupping her face and the other splayed across her back, holding her to me. The feel of my cock against her soft stomach was everything. When the kiss broke, she smiled up at me, lips together, lids heavy. “You’d better not keep that up or we might never leave the shower.”
“You’re lucky we made it out of bed.”
“I really am, aren’t I?”
