Page 119 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

“Fuck me,” he groaned. “This is beyond anything I could have imagined. Merritt, you look absolutely edible.” His gaze roved over me appreciatively as he took in the full effect of the surprise.

I smirked and struck a pose. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

I reached out to touch the sleek material of his dress shirt. He undid the buttons one by one, revealing a chest toned from his long days of hard work. He was an exquisite sight that made my heart jump.

“Your turn, Kannon,” I said, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and onto the plush carpeted floor.

He laughed, a low and seductive sound that vibrated against me.

“I might have a bit of a surprise for you,” he said.

“Oh?”

He nodded. I watched as he undid his belt and then the button on his slacks. When he dropped his pants, I gasped and then burst into laughter.

“I’m not sure laughter was what I was going for,” he said, grinning.

I reached out and touched the silk boxers in bright red. A pink heart was right over the crotch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “You can’t say I didn’t put some thought into it.”

I took a moment to gather my composure, pressing a hand against my mouth to contain any residual giggles. “Well, you’re right about that,” I admitted, pulling him back toward the bed. “It’s very festive.”

He reached for me and kissed away any additional laughter. My heart pounded as his hands slid down my sides. We fell back onto the bed. He kissed my nipples through the flimsy fabric of my lingerie.

“Kannon,” I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. “I want you.”

“Not yet,” he purred, skimming his hands down my hips until he reached my thighs. “Let me take care of you first.”

He pulled my panties to the side and slid one finger into me, exploring my wet folds. I arched my back in response. His touch was electric. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmured against my skin.

I gave a small whimper, wanting more than his fingers could give me. He pulled away and quickly jerked my panties down. He dove between my legs like a man starving. I clutched at the silk sheets beneath me, my eyes fluttering shut as I felt the heat of his mouth on me. Every brush of his tongue sent shivers coursing through my body. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs, holding me still as he feasted. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving me panting and wanting. But before I could protest, he had slid up my body, his lips finding mine in a heated kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, a fact that made my body pulse with renewed desire.

He pressed his hardness against me through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Are you ready?” he whispered into my ear, his voice husky with need.

My answer was muffled as I captured his lips in another demanding kiss, my hands working to rid him of his last piece of clothing. He took the hint and cast it aside.

He seemed to know exactly what I needed and positioned himself at my opening. He pushed in slowly, filling me up perfectly. We both groaned in unison. The bed creaked beneath us as he took me hard and fast, hitting all the right spots inside me with each thrust.

The scent of sex and sweat filled the air as we moved together like it was our first time. Each sound that left our lips sent sparks flying. The muffled moans mixed with the heavy breathing and soft grunts of pleasure, filling my ears.

“Kannon,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as the orgasm built within me.

“Shh,” he whispered, his mouth against the skin of my neck. “Let go, baby. Just let go.”

And so I did. The world exploded in a rush of pleasure as I dove over the edge into ecstasy. His name left my lips in a wail as I came, my body shuddering under him.

His eyes were closed tightly, his jaw clenched as he finally let go. The man groaned and filled me with his seed, both of us shaking from the intensity of our lovemaking. His breathing was ragged as he collapsed next to me on the bed.

“That,” he exhaled, “is what practice tastes like.”

I laughed and rolled over to spoon with him, burying my face in his chest. I could feel the beat of his strong heart beneath my cheek. “I like your definition of practice,” I said softly.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You know me,” he replied, his voice still a bit hoarse from earlier. “I always aim to please.”

“How are your ribs?” I asked breathlessly.