Page 75 of Manhattan Kiss

“Are you thinking about how it will feel when I’m inside you?”

Her gaze flutters up to my eyes, and she nods.

“And you know it feels good.”

She moans and tips her head back. I’m torturing her. A little. And I can’t be sorry about it.

“Take your skirt off. And your shirt.”

She strips naked in a second and I have to take a steadying breath. She’s so fucking perfect. Her hips sway from side to side as if she can’t keep still and her hair falls over her shoulders, her breasts jutting out, finding their way through so I can see her sharp, ripe nipples.

Fuck.

“You want my cock?” I ask her.

She nods. “I do.” She pauses. “Please.”

I stifle a groan at her begging.

“Come sit,” I say.

She’s tentative at first, but she straddles me, her soft skin, sliding against mine. I roll on a condom and anchor a hand on her hip.

“I’m going to push into you now,” I tell her.

Her hands press against my chest and I hook my hands over her hips.

In one swift movement, I pull her onto me, impaling her on my cock, hard and fast.

She screams and tips her head back.

“Fuck, that’s deep,” I grunt out.

“So deep,” she cries.

“Too deep?” I ask.

She shakes her head slowly. “I want it all.”

I groan and start to move her, pushing and pulling her onto my cock. In seconds her entire body begins to shake—her thighs, her hands, her shoulders all shudder as she convulses in orgasm.

I love that she was so ready to come. For me.

“Oh god,” she says as the aftershocks ebb away.

“It’s just the start,” I say.

“Deacon,” she says. “You’re…it’s…I’m…”

She doesn’t need to say anything. I feel it too. It’s so intense. It’s like the entire universe compresses into the energy between us and then explodes. I’ve never experienced anything like sex with Aurora.

I start to move again and she moans immediately, sending sparks to my balls. There’s something about the sounds this woman makes. Her pleasure concentrates mine, her need for me heightens mine for her. It’s like we’re inextricably linked and there’s no ending or beginning, we’re bound in some kind of endless mobius strip of pleasure.

Our bodies move together like we’re one, and for once in my life, I manage to let go a little and let her lead, let her set the pace. And it feels good.

“So good, Deacon,” she sighs, like I’m the best thing that ever happened to her.

At that thought, pleasure starts firing in my belly and I groan out her name. I’m going to come. It’s so easy. So quick, and I want to make this last, but I know there’s no way back. I reach between us and find her clit.