Page 124 of Captivated

And he meant it.

Damn, did he ever mean it.

“You know I do; I always want—”

She didn’t even get the rest of her words out before Joe was reaching for her. He pulled his sweet ballerina on top of him in a flurry of laughter, and mussed blankets. Her body rested flat against his as he thrust his fingers into her hair, and yanked her in for a kiss he had been dying for.

He missed her taste.

The softness of her lips.

The way she kissed him.

How her tongue warred with his.

Oh, he missed it.

Her.

The thin cotton boxer-briefs he wore did little to hide the way his cock grew the longer she let him love her mouth. His erection was only urged on by each wiggle and shift of her hips until Liliana had straddled him completely, and was shamelessly grinding her pussy against his dick.

Fuck, he loved that, too.

“I can feel you already,” he mumbled against her lips. “You’re already hot and wet, aren’t you?”

He could feel it.

Her dampness.

Her heat.

Liliana nodded, and her whispers melted into a low moan when he snuck a hand between her thighs. She lifted just enough for him to slide two fingers under the gusset of her panties, and through her slick folds. Her answering shudder when his digits dove into her cunt made him chuckle, but it was the way her pussy hugged his fingers tight that damn near drove him insane with need and want.

He knew what she wanted, too.

“Is that what you want?” he murmured in her ear. “You want me to pet this pussy, Liliana, and make it purr for me?”

“God, yes.”

Her words came out breathless, and spun.

“What do you want, then, my mouth or my fingers first?”

She hesitated.

Her hazel eyes—darkened with lust and locked on his—drifted over his lax, lazy grin when she said, “Both.”

Joe’s smirk was wicked.

Sinful.

“That’s my girl. Get those clothes of yours off, and turn around.”

She still remembered what he had told her that first time—listening would get her everything she wanted, and more when it came to him. She wasted no time moving off him just long enough to shed her panties, and tight tank-top. She slid back on top of him, but this time, he had the perfect view of her ass.

Joe slid his hand from the curve of her backside, to the middle of her spine before he pressed down firmly with his hand. His position, with his back and head slightly raised against the headboard, gave him ample room to do what he wanted like this.

“Head down, and ass high. If you want, you can make that mouth of yours useful, and get my cock ready for you. Got it?”