“You shouldn’t,” I whisper back, closing my eyes as she works on a knot that’s been bothering me.
“You always say that.” Her hands move to the hem of my tee. “Sit up.”
I obey like a well-trained dog, letting her pull it over my head.
“Lie down.”
Again, I obey.
And then, she’s sitting on my ass, warm hands rubbing my skin. I hear the click of a lid popping open. The smell of coconut hits me before she rubs it into my back. I groan as she kneads, rubs, and works out all the stress and tightness until I’m boneless.
“How’s that feel?” She leans over, whispering into my ear.
An image of me rolling her over so she’s sitting on my cock floats through my mind. My dick grows hard against the couch cushions. A pained hiss escapes.
“I don’t like you hurting,” she says, her tongue trailing up the side of my neck. “I just want you to feel good.”
A half-protest, half-seductive groan comes out.
“Roll over,” she says.
No.
But when she climbs off, I do.
Her eyes go to my cock, standing straight up in my sweatpants.
“I was going to leave. But I can’t leave you hanging.”
I should tell her to go.
But I don’t say a word.
Her eyes lock with mine as she straddles me, then lowers herself right onto my cock. My jaw clenches, wishing there weren’t layers of clothing between us.
“Aw, baby. You’re tense.” Fingers trail over my jawline before sliding down to my chest. Hands roam over my skin, teasingly gliding over my abs in a way that has me jerking from the sensation.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
No. That’snotwhat I mean to say.
A breathy giggle comes from her.
And then she starts moving her hips. The sight and feel is so damn seductive, I’m powerless to do a damn thing except rest my hands on her waist.
“Sebastian.” She leans over, her cleavage in my face. “You feel so damn good.”
I groan. “Don’t stop.”
My hands slide up, moving over her breasts. She whimpers, arching into my touch. Her hips still grind against me.
And then, I’m unzipping her jacket. She’s not wearing a bra. Her beautiful breasts spring free, right in front of my face.
I take a nipple into my mouth, my thumb grazing the other one. Her breath shudders, her pace faltering, losing rhythm, before she finds it again.
“Mmm,” I growl against her nipple, dragging my teeth lightly over it. “Your tits are amazing.”
She gasps from the sensation, grinding harder. Faster.
