“Are you trying to talk me out of this?” I stalk toward him. “Because I am hungry, but it’s for something else.”
“No. I mean, I’m not trying to talk you out of it. I just wasn’t expecting…this.” He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, not taking his eyes off me.
“Surprise.” I hold my hands up at my side. “Now how about you hand me your hat.”
Finally, he seems to recover himself, a slow smile spreading across his face. There’s something boyish about it, but also fucking hot.
When he’s not fast enough, I step in to him, snatching his hat and dropping it on my head. He reaches up to put his hands on my waist and I pause, shaking my head at him. “Grab the counter behind you. I’ll tell you when you can touch me.”
His hands immediately move to grab the counter, and I work my way down his shirt, popping open one button at a time.
When I reach the last one, it falls open, revealing his tanned chest, skin stretched over hard-earned muscles.I run my hands from his collarbone to his belt in a slow slide, and his skin ripples under my touch.
“You can let go, but keep your hands to yourself.” I grab the loose sides of his shirt, pulling him toward me, his hands reach out to hover above my hips for a minute before he drops them to his sides. He’s being so good already I’m having trouble taking it slow. I slide the shirt off his shoulders to reveal his thick biceps, and plant a kiss on each one as the shirt slips off to pool on the floor. I keep hold of his arms, spinning us both around until my ass hits the cool edge of the kitchen counter.
“Okay, you can touch me now. Grab my hips and help me up onto the counter.”
He breathes out a hissing sigh, fingers digging into my skin as he grips my hips, lifting me up onto the counter. I part my thighs and he whimpers at the sight.
“Now on your knees. Lick me nice and slow until I come.”
He drops to his knees to hard tile under them. He licks along the inside of my thighs, pausing to kiss the fading bruises from the long days in the saddle. I’m finally getting used to it, but it definitely left its mark.
“That’s it. Now make use of that clever tongue. I want to come on your face.”
I was tired until I wasn’t. Until I started thinking about him and the way it felt to have his hands on my body. He’s so good at listening and it’s such a fucking turn on. Most of the men I’ve dated have been actors, absorbed in their own fame, threatened by my quick ascent to celebrity status. He’s so different. Refreshing. Even as hishot breath on my core sends a shiver up my spine, I can’t stop thinking about the way he looks at me. So much care and concern, and interest. And something else I don’t want to put a label on, because it can’t go anywhere. We’re too different.
But when the flat of his tongue swipes along my heated center, all the doubts vanish and I’m the one who has to reach down to grab the counter, holding on for balance.
“You’re so good at that. So good at licking my pussy. You feel how wet you’ve already made me?” I praise him as he licks and sucks at my sensitive nub. His shaggy hair brushes the inside of my thighs as he nods and I release the counter to grab a handful of it, tugging on it to guide him into the perfect rhythm. He falls into it easily, like he was made for me.
“Now touch yourself, stroke your dick for me, but don’t come. I want you to save that for me. I need to feel you coming inside me.”
My muscles clench and release as an unbearable heat builds deep in my center. I reach up one hand, then the other, to toy with my nipples, biting my lip as I pinch and pull at them, needing the slight edge of pain.
“Fuck, that’s good. Right there, keep going.”
Sparks are skipping across my body and the building pressure is reaching its crest. I let myself feel it, every lick, every nibble, as he hungrily devours me. It’s right there. I’m breathing in quick pants and the sounds coming out of me are desperate, needy.
“Quint, fuck, fuck, right there. I’m coming, I’m coming.”
My fingers return to his hair, needing something to hold on to as it hits. My thighs clench around his head, a scream rips out of me, and I shatter into a million pieces. My vision blinks out for a minute as my pussy clenches around nothing. I need him. Now.
I’m limp and satisfied, but I need his cock inside me. And I need it now. I tug his head up, grabbing the condom off the counter beside me.
I shove the packet at him. “Get this on and get inside me. Now.”
He fumbles for a moment, hands shaking, and I reach for his cock. Pulses of pleasure are still rippling through me as I palm him. Hard, ready for me. I’m not denying him this time. I can’t. I need him as badly as he clearly needs me.
He whimpers when I snatch the latex out of his hands and slide it over his shaft. His hips jump at my touch.
Leaning back on my hands, I tilt my head back, legs splayed out. My eyes are half closed but I can still see that his eyes are dark with need.
“What are you waiting for? Give me your cock now.”
His lips part and his face goes slack. He nods as if this was what he needed. And then he finds my entrance, slick and ready for him. He plunges forward with one brutal thrust, and I groan. Everything is tighter after that orgasm, but I’m so wet it doesn’t matter.
His cock strokes me from the inside and I shudder around him. He bends down to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently before pulling away and letting the sensitive bud slip from his lips. His hands run up my sides,sending shivers through me, and my pussy responds, clenching around his length.
