I stop grinding and stare at him, my eyelashes fluttering like crazy.
He flashes me a boyish grin.
This is beyond my wildest dreams.
“I’m okay with that,” I say.
He pulls his fingers from me and sucks them clean. “Divine.”
I can’t help shake my head at him.
“Arms around my neck,” he says. “Hold on tight.”
I obey.
With me still straddling him, he lifts his hips off the couch, and works his swim trunks down his legs. His cock springs free between us. The sight is mouthwatering.
I lift off him so he can bring his swim trunks all the way down to hisankles.
He kicks them aside. “I’m ready now,” he says, a cocky grin tugging his lips.
“Are you ever?”
Unable to contain myself, I reach for his cock and run my fingers up and down his length as I stare into his eyes. Under the dark sky dotted with lights, they’re more midnight-blue than glacier.
“God, I’ve missed your cock.”
“I missed your hands on my cock,” he says through gritted teeth.
When my thumb brushes over the head, his hips twitch.
I can’t help my triumphant smile.
“Your cock––”
“Needs to be buried deep inside you.” His voice is gruff.
I’d like to take pity on him, but he’s always merciless with me, so I tease him a little more, squeezing his rock-hard cock, just below the head.
He lets out a loud moan that has me drooling, sighing, and leaking juices all at the same time.
I bring my free hand to his lips. “Shhh. You have to remain quiet not to draw attention to our dirty game.”
I don’t see it coming.
In a snap, he has my finger trapped between his teeth.
He bites gently against it.
The tingling sensation zaps right through me to my clit and it’s my turn to moan.
“You were saying?” he says.
“Shut up, Hartford.”
He chuckles.
“I love foreplay as much as the next guy, but I’m desperate. You either climb onto the saddle or get off the horse so I can run upstairs and jerk off.”