Usually, I had better self-control, but not with Mazzy. Her thighs hugging my hips, her big tits against my chest, round ass resting on my legs—it was a specific formula designed to make me lose my mind. And it was all in the palms of my hands.
How could I not be on the cusp of making a fool of myself?
Her breath hitched when I pressed against her.
“Sorry,” I muttered, even as my hands refused to let her go. “You’re just so very hot.”Her smiling lips brushed my jaw. “You have nothing to be sorry for. At all.”
That did it. A laugh mixed with a groan propelled me forward. I kissed her again, slower this time. I wanted to memorize theshape of her mouth, the feel of her breath, the way her fingers shook as they touched my neck.
Every time we broke apart, it was like surfacing for air then diving straight back under. My vision went spotty, and my head was so light I was spinning, but I liked it. And I couldn’t stop rocking against her heat, seeking her out again and again.
She whispered something against my lips, but I couldn’t even make out the words. Her voice was wrecked and soft and mine.
She pulled her lips away. “We’re supposed to be talking.”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you with my mouth.”
She giggled against my lips. “Isn’t that how you usually talk?”
“My way has a lot more tongue involved.”
Who the hell knew what I was saying? Every ounce of my blood had relocated to my cock. And Mazzy was being no help, pretending she wanted to chat while pressing and rocking against me like a little fiend.
She was going to be the death of me.
Every time she moved, even just to breathe, I felt it. The pressure, the heat, the sheer unbearable closeness. I was losing track of where I ended and she began, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized she knew—sheknewwhat she was doing to me.
Clawing at my neck, she rasped my name and pressed down on me. Right on the ridge of my erection. It should have felt good. Incredible. But what it did to me…what it caused…there was no going back. Panic struck me, but it was too late. There was no stopping the barreling train about to fly off the tracks.
My hips knifed upward, and I sucked on her lips, the rest of me taut, a puppet on a string Mazzy held in the palm of her hand.
We were just kissing.
Kissing.
But a gut punch of pleasure sent me arching off the couch, clutching her hips to me as I panted and shook, losing my senseof place and time with her body on mine and her breath in my lungs. I rutted against her as my cock throbbed and spurted, so out of control, I wondered if it would ever stop. Mazzy was no help. Not with her grinding and heat and round hips and soft tits. Her scent and voice and skin. Oh, holy hell, she plucked those strings until I was dangling at her whim, my limbs and core and guts tied up tight.
And when it snapped, I fell a hundred feet, and Mazzy followed. She lay on my chest, her face tucked in my throat. All I could do was blink at the ceiling and try to breathe. She stroked my hair, softly kissed my neck, letting me hold her close.
“That was embarrassing,” I finally uttered.
“Maybe, but I’m pretty flattered,” she murmured.
Groaning, I curved my hands around her back and down to her plump ass, giving it a squeeze. “God, you should be. You turned me into a horny teenager with one make-out session. I understand if you want to back out now and forget about dating me.”
Her sigh was hot against my neck. “We were supposed to talk about that.”
“Yeah.” I lifted my head to look around then promptly let it fall back. “Give me a minute. Let me hold you for a while, then I need to clean up. I can’t talk in the state I’m in.”
“Okay.” She nuzzled closer. “I can wait.”
Her patience outlasted my will to sit there in sticky underwear, no matter how good it felt to have this woman’s weight on me and my arms around her. Finally, we untangled ourselves, and I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.
When it came down to it, I wasn’t surprised Mazzy had made me come in my pants, but I wasn’t happy with my performance. With any luck, she’d let me have a redo—where I actually got her off and didn’t finish in under five minutes.
I found Mazzy where I’d left her on the couch, a smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips. “All better?”
I made a cross with my fingers. “Don’t look at me like that. I can’t survive coming in my pants for a second time tonight.”
