“Can I?” he mouths silently.
I nod a yes, heart wild in my chest.
The hungry throb between my legs intensifies.
I run a hand through those curls as Porter leans down to kiss me.
Pure magic, the softness of his tongue against mine.
Legs entangled, hands and mouths exploring.
Our breath grows heavy.
I tug my shorts down, dropping them onto the carpet.
For a moment he kneels above me, drinking me in.
My naked body is there for the taking.
“You sure?” he whispers.
“Without a doubt.”
Skin to skin, fragments of ice melt between us.
Our kisses deepen as desire soars.
His hand rests on my belly, lips marking a gentle path from neck to navel.
Fingers lace between mine as his mouth ventures lower.
And then, sweet heaven.
Tender heat envelops me.
“Ohhh… oh fuck…”
Euphoric bliss.
The damp twist of his palm, the caress of his tongue.
“Porter,” I moan.
“Mmm?”
“Keep going... keep going…”
A light squeeze of my balls sends me even closer to the edge.
My back arches off the mattress, sheets gripped in each fist.
I’m merely seconds from the peak of pleasure.
He comes up for air.
There’s a naughty grin on his face.
Reaching for the bedside drawer, he finds what he’s looking for.
