“Oh God, I’m going to come again,” I croak, the room’s ceiling a blur as I try to ride his hand.
The room fills with the sound of his fingers and mouth fucking me. I’m lost. My body is under his control. I’m so wet my thighs are coated and his hand is soaked.
I come again and so hard that tears trickle down my face. I can’t muffle the sound that pours out of me, halfway between a roar and a hallelujah. My back arches off the bed and the pleasure is too much.
“No more.” I push at his head and he lifts his mouth from me.
“One more, nice and easy.”
He lifts his mouth from me and moves his fingers in and out of me while thumbing my clit, slowly.
“I can’t wait to be inside you. I already know it’s going to be so fucking good. Your pussy is as luxurious as the rest of you.”
The praise sends me over the edge and he keeps stroking me until I come down.
“How do you feel now?”
Every single cell in my body is vibrating. My thighs are slick with me and him, and I’m sweating, trembling, heart racing. I can barely breathe. But I pant out the first word that comes into my head. “Alive.”
“Good girl,” he croons against my lower stomach, pressing a kiss right beneath my belly button before he moves from between my legs and lays down next to me on the bed.
I thought I was spent, but the heat of him, the faint spicy scent ofhim makes me throb. I roll over, get to my knees and straddle him.
I grind my hips against him and gasp at the friction between my sensitive, soft center and his rigid bulk. His strong hands grip my hips and he matches my rhythm.
Even with our clothes between us, it’s delicious. I cup my breast, squeezing it in time to our simulated fucking.
He sits up and puts his mouth to my free breast and manages to find my nipple through the fabric of my blouse and catches it between his lips.
“Oh my god, what are you doing to me?” I demand and speed up the movement of my hips when I hit a spot that makes my toes curl.
I grip his biceps and my head falls to his shoulder. I put my mouth on his neck and lick his heated skin. His sweat is so salty and clean and I suck the skin I just tasted.
He hisses and tilts his head to give me better access. “Fuck this is so damn hot,” he pants and then his rhythm falters. “Shit.”
He rolls us so he’s on top of me and lifts one leg up onto his shoulder and starts moving frantically between my thighs.
“Shit, Sin. Shit,” he pants, his face tight with tortured restraint. A vein bisects his forehead and he bites down on his lower lip.
Then he flings himself off of me and sits on the edge of the bed. I crawl over to watch him take his dick out and stroke himself through his orgasm. He comes all over his trouser leg, trembling and gasping. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He flops back on the bed, his chest heaving, eyes closed. “I almost came in my pants. I haven’t done that since I was sixteen.”
He wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and sniffs his fingers. His eyes open and move to me. “Hey,” he murmurs.
“Welcome back to Earth,” I murmur, resisting the urge to stroke his face.
“Shit. Woman. You should come with a warning sign that says highly addictive.”
“Oh stop,” I brush his words away but grin like a loon.
“God, you’ve got a gorgeous smile.” He cocks his head to the side and looks me over. “Gorgeous everything, really.”
I’m not used to or comfortable with praise like this. I feel like a thousand lights are shining on me and it’s too hot. “You’re just trying to get laid,” I quip.
“That doesn’t make it not true.” He winks, reaches over, and squeezes my thigh. He lets to go too soon. “I’m going to get cleaned up.I’ll be right back.”
I roll over with an exhausted, sated sigh and stare blankly at the ceiling, wrung out, turned out and greedy for more.
