My eyes widen. “What did you say?”
He reaches for my hand and slides it slowly down my belly, creating fresh goosebumps along the way.
He keeps moving it, our gazes locked, until my fingers reach the apex of my thighs.
“There.” He swallows hard. “Show me.”
Still staring at him, I start to move my index finger in slow circles.
“That a girl.” His voice is low and deep. “Show me what you like.”
Unable to resist following his orders, I stroke my clit. Circling it. Applying more pressure, just as he’s asked.
He watches me with heat in his gaze.
“Fuck me.” He moistens his lips. “I have to taste you.”
Laying down between my thighs, he takes over with his long, hard fingers. And then his tongue.
Oh, God, his tongue.
He laps at me, tasting me as if I’m the most delicious treat in the world.
He slides a long finger inside me. Mimicking the act we’re no doubt about to follow.
“Right there.” I gasp for breath. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me,” his voice rumbles against my pussy. “Come for me.”
My eyes flutter shut, and I fall apart.
My hands fall limply to the side. I’m only vaguely aware of him kicking off his jeans and pulling off his shirt. I hear the rip of foil.
I open my eyes to find him next to me, stroking his thick cock, cloaked in a condom.
My pussy pulses in desire.
“Ready?”
I nod, moaning as he slides into me. Stretching me as his hips roll against mine. Whispering my name, he closes his eyes as if to savor me all the better.
The need stirs in me once again. And it isn't just in my body. I feel it in my soul.
Either he has a dick gold, or he’s working his way into my heart.
As he thrusts into me, I clench my eyes shut. He’s so hard. So long. I feel every bit of him as he moves, and I love it.
Setting a steady pace, he slides his hand between us. His thumb finds my clit.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, wishing I had words to tell him how good he feels.
Instead, I reach around to grab his ass, pulling him more tightly. His muscles flex under my cheeks as I take him even deeper.
When those familiar pangs of pleasure build again, I cry out once more. His name, shrieked until my ears are ringing. I pulse around him. He pumps into me once more, burying himself to the hilt, finding his own release.
“That was…”
With a laugh, he brushes a lock of hair back from my faces and rests his forehead against mine. “It really was.”
