She pushed him onto his back, and he watched as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them over his hips. When she reached for his shirt, he shrugged her away and tore it off himself.
Her hands splayed over his pecs, her soft curls swept his chest as she inched lower and lower. He strained against the powerful urge to take control. God, how he wanted her. Needed her. And like hell he was going to wait?—
He raised his head from the cushion, made a move to roll her over, but she flashed him a dark look.
“Down,” she ordered.
A moan—almost a growl—started deep inside and rumbled in his chest. He wasn’t used to waiting for what he wanted. She continued to glare, daring him to move again, before she settled herself between his legs. Her fingers trailed up and down his belly, teasing him, tormenting him, her touch so light that it numbed his skin.
He balled up bunches of the blanket in each fist in an attempt to anchor himself to the lounge. Would she at least let him watch her lips stretch over his cock as she took him in? He propped himself up on one elbow, but she gave him that warning look again.
“All right,” he laughed. “I’ll be good this time.”
“I certainly hope so.”
He trained his eyes on the inside of the lounge canopy instead, the city lights, the stars—seeing everything and nothing at the same time. He was powerless against her and shook with anticipation as he waited for her to continue.
She moved lower underneath the down blanket, her lips and hair whispered against his skin until she finally reached him. He expected to feel the warmth of her mouth and nudged his hips to push inside, but again she held him down.
Spreading his thighs a little roughly, she nestled in deeper between his legs, making herself comfortable. A thrill of anticipation shot through him. What a turn-on to have her handle him like this, like she was the one in charge. He tried his best to obey her this time and lay still. But when she suddenly pulled one of his balls into her mouth, he couldn’t help himself. He arched his back, dug his heels into the mattress.
Every nerve ending in his body crackled and jumped as she sucked. At least she didn’t protest when he buried his hands in her hair. He was going to come, and she hadn’t even touched his erection yet.
A hot surge of energy, starting at his toes, coursed through his body as she released his balls and slipped her mouth over the head of his shaft, encasing him in warmth and wetness.
He wasn’t going to be able to stop and didn’t give a damn if his neighbors or the people milling the streets below could hear him. And they probably could.
His hands warmed her cheeks and ears as he gently pulled her up. His enormous erection hit his belly with a slap as it fell from her mouth. Her lips throbbed in the rhythm of her heartbeat.
“I need to be in you. Now.” His voice was husky as he reached for his jeans.
She watched as he quickly slipped on a condom. His hands were urgent, demanding, as he rolled her over. With the cushion warmed from his body, she settled against the pillows, her heart pounding a symphony in her head. He climbed into the triangle of her legs and draped his large body over hers.
She had just dominated him, taken what she wanted, toyed with him like a brush against a canvas, and now it was his turn. She ran her hands over the bunching muscles of his shoulders and delighted in the musky fragrance of his skin. As if on cue, she felt another silky rush of pleasure to ease his entry.
Something nagged at the back of her mind. Her daydream. This was just like her daydream. His arms, his shoulders, her body’s response. Could it have been some sort of premonition? Before she could consider that further, his mouth came down hard over hers, stealing the breath from her lungs and any other thoughts from her mind.
“I love the taste of me on your tongue,” he said.
She held her breath, focused on the tip of his erection hovering at her center. Her panties were still on. She could either try to shimmy out of them now or just wait for him to do something about it. She decided to wait.
His hips flexed to drive himself inside, but his tip poked against the fabric and denied him access. With a grunt of frustration, he slid down her belly, grabbed the thong betweenhis teeth, and ripped. But instead of coming back up to continue where he left off, he drew her knee over his shoulder, dipped his head to her instead.
Panting, shaking, she ran her fingers over his scalp, grabbed a fistful of dark strands and held on for support. His hair teased the inner skin of her thighs. His breath was hot as he buried his face in her tender folds. He slipped two fingers inside and moved them in the rhythm of his tongue against her clit.
Her release rushed to the surface, as if it had been waiting all night, which it had been, every muscle in her body clenched around the apex of his fingers. And for that moment, that splendid, celestial moment, it was the center of her universe.
When she was done, he pulled his face away, lips moist, eyes smoldering with desire. “You are like honey and now you’re ready for me.”
She could hardly keep from shaking. This was just the beginning. She gripped his powerful triceps, felt them flex as he reached a hand down to the junction between his legs. He palmed himself, rocked back, and his erection slid downward along her belly, searching for her center. She waited, hardly able to breathe, as her labia surrounded the tip of his shaft, beckoning him inside. When he dropped his eyes to hers, she saw the desire in his face and knew it mirrored her own, but she saw something else, as well. Tiny lines creased his forehead, lines she hadn’t noticed before.
He was worried? About what? She responded by circling his legs with hers. Now was not the time for thinking; there’d be a time for that later. Now was only about this very moment, and in this very moment she needed him.
Carefully and agonizingly slow, he pushed himself inside, sliding in through her body’s silky welcome. He drove deeper and deeper until finally the hilt of him ground against her opening. Every pore flushed hot and the beautiful hummingsound in her head lapped invisibly on the backs of her eyelids. Her climax rose without movement or friction, just from the feel of his overwhelming presence in her mind and body. Cleaving her in half, he stilled and her internal muscles clung to him, wanting this to go on forever.
He looked down at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “Is this okay? Are you okay?”
“God, yes.” She could hardly get the words out as her body adjusted to his girth, stretching and expanding around him.
