I kiss her deeper, my hands coasting down to her ass, cupping those perfect cheeks. I squeeze, then slide lower and lift her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
Like that, I carry her to the couch, lay her down, and arch a brow. “Not sure this will surprise you, but I have no choice,” I say, then unzip her slacks and whip them off in seconds.
Her hazel eyes flash with heat. She knows exactly what I’m thinking.
She sets a hand on my shoulder, and just when I think she’s about to push me to the floor, she slides off the couch and pats the cushion.
“It’s still my turn. And I’ve been waiting. I don’t know if you got the invitation from my tonsils,” she says, her voice sultry, “but they’d like to get to know your big dick.”
I was wrong. This is not a bad idea. This is a perfect night.
Nope. I’m still wrong. Because when she lowers the zipper on my slacks, pushes down my boxer briefs, and parts her lips, it becomes…more perfect.
She meets my eyes, then pops her lips, showing me she’s slicked on lip gloss.
When she was running down the street?
A hot shiver runs through me over that image.
My brain fries.
Then she flicks the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip and dives in.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt.
It’s instant and electric.
She licks the crown of my cock, her tongue swirling, lapping up a bead of liquid arousal.
“Yes,” I groan.
It’s so good already. I hold the base, offering my dick to her for the taking.
And she takes. Holy hell, does she take.
I thought she’d tease me—yes, I’ve thought about this only ten million times—but she surprises me here, too, when she hoovers my dick past her lips.
In seconds, she’s got me halfway in, and she’s looking up at me with a wicked, wicked grin. She knows. She fucking knows. “You goddess,” I mutter.
Her eyes flash with mirth and filth. It’s a beautiful combo.
She hums as she draws me deeper, then pauses, like she’s adjusting to me. But she doesn’t stop. She wriggles and breathes through it. Like she needs deep breaths to relax her body for me. To relax her throat.
Her shoulders rise and fall, then she parts her lips wider.
Ah, fuck.
Pleasure shoots through me. Hot sparks rush down my body as she draws my dick another inch into the paradise of her warm, wet mouth.
Her lush lips are stretched wide around my cock. Her hands fiddle with my slacks, tugging at them. I lift up my ass, she pulls them farther down, then drags those long nails along my thighs as she sucks my dick to the back of her throat.
All my synapses fire at once.
Every single one of them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter, grabbing her hair, roping my fingers through it. It’s so fucking good—the feel of her mouth, the tightness of her grip, the slide of her tongue.
She eases me out, and a hot wave rolls over me, then slams in when she takes me all the way back in.
