He finally pulls down my underwear and swipes his tongue over the seam of my lips.
“Ahhh, fuck.” I need him closer.
He somehow reads my thoughts because he lifts up and looks at me. “I want you to ride my face.”
“I’ve never done that before,” I confess.
“You’ll love it.”
He lies down on his back, his head a few feet from the headboard. I peel my T-shirt off before tentatively straddling him. He grips my hips, pulling me down toward his mouth.
“Dayton! I’m going to crush you.”
He shakes his head, his lips brushing mine. “I want you to suffocate me with it.”
I gape at him, still hovering abovehim. He pulls me down harder until I relent and let my vagina press against his lips. His tongue swipes out and brushes across my sensitive clit.
“Baby, I’m gonna need you to smother me with this sweet pussy. I’ll let you know if you’re cutting off my air supply.”
I finally give in, sinking down farther onto his mouth, and he starts sucking my clit.
Fuck …
It feels so good that I forget where I am for a few seconds. My hands grip the rattan headboard for support. His hands are wrapped around my thighs, still pulling me down. His wet tongue is swirling around my sensitive skin, drawing noises from me I didn’t know I was capable of making.
He’s lapping me up with his tongue like he loves the taste of me, and it’s bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. I grip the headboard harder, my thighs nearly crushing his skull when the sensations build too much and I feel myself crashing over the edge.
He moans, sucking on my clit harder and making me scream out his name.
“Dayton! Fuck.” My body quivers with the aftershocks.
His tongue laps over me a few more times, like he just wants to taste me. I’m gasping, trying to find my breath again as I slowly lift off of him and swing my leg over. He sits up, wiping the glistening moisture off his mouth with the back of his forearm.
My body is flushed as he reaches for me, wrapping his hands around my waist. “I want you to ride me again.”
“Again?” I gape at him. “I can’t.”
He sits back against the headboard and peels off his boxers. His cock springs out, fully hard and ready for me. In the morning light streaming through the curtains, I see him more clearly now, veins and all. Moisture is seeping from the tip.
Thank God I have an IUD.
I haven’t done this before, so I don’t protest when he manhandles me and lifts me up by my waist, setting my ass down on the tops of his thighs. I want to feel him again, gliding against the inside of me.
I lift up, grabbing his dick and positioning it at my entrance. We both watch as I slowly slide down over him, groaning in unison when he’s fully sheathed inside me.
He stills my hips as soon as I try to move. “Let me just … feel you for a second.”
He lays his head back on the headboard, shutting his eyes. I take the chance to study his features—the square jaw, the five-o’clock shadow, and the way his dark waves are unusually messy from my hands being buried in them last night. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. I suck on him, nibbling and tasting the saltiness of his skin.
His hips start moving, slowly thrusting into me. I let him set the pace, my hands reaching for his shoulders to brace myself. The bed smacks against the wall, and my heart hammers with the rhythm.
I didn’t know it could feel this good. I’m in so much trouble.
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on my body, wondering how even though I’ve been on top all morning, he’s still doing all the work. His fingers are bruising my skin, but I couldn’t care less. I’m so wet that I know it’s leaking all over him and possibly spilling down to the sheets. He plunges inside me over and over again, joining our bodies as one and making my heart squeeze with a strange emotional bond that I’ve never felt during sex and definitely never felt toward him.
“Look at me,” he says.
My eyes pop back open and focus on his face. I lick my lips, letting out a cry when his thumb finds my clit. I jerk back.
