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I shook my head.
“Lotion?”
That I did have. I jumped to my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of hand cream I used every night before I went to bed.
His eyebrow quirked up when I handed it to him. “It’s for my hands. Girls can’t use that…there.” Not unless I wanted a wicked infection.
He laughed as I squirted two pumps into his palm.
He returned to stroking and I returned to my front-row seat. The hand cream increased the speed of his strokes. To my surprise, he was rough, harder and faster, than I had expected. It was hot. The groans that rumbled from the back of his throat. The way he kept his eyes fixated on my face. I wondered how long he could last. I wondered what I would have to do in order to shorten that time frame.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked. Curious as to what was going on in his head while he pleasured himself.
“I don’t need to think about anything. I just have to look at you and I’m ready to shoot my load.”
I brought my finger up to my mouth and bit down on my nail. Was I really going to do this? When his eyes flared, I knew I didn’t have a choice. I had put that look in his eyes, and I didn’t want it to ever go away.
I slipped the pad of my finger inside my mouth and sucked. Then a little farther inside. I used my biceps to push my breasts together and he groaned. His breath shaky. His grip on his cock even tighter.
Without thinking, I used my other hand to touch my breast. At first I cupped it. Then squeezed. Then used the wet tip of my finger to circle my nipple, which was already stiff.
Then I spread my legs, giving him the perfect view of my core, even though it was completely covered.
He swore under his breath. “Come here.”
Before I knew what I was doing, I was up and stalking across my bedroom, then crawling on the bed beside him.
He was so beautiful. I let my eyes wander all over his body. At the strength of his hand. The hardness of his chest. The ripple of his abs. The beauty of his shoulders. I ran my hands along his skin, from his arms to his chest to his neck. Leaning in and sniffing, breathing in his musky scent. The smell I didn’t want to ever leave this room.
He grabbed my hand and placed it next to his on his cock. I grabbed him and stroked a quick down and up that had him hissing. He reached over to the nightstand and squirted more lotion in my palm.
He licked a line up my neck to just below my earlobe. He whispered, his warm breath skittered across my skin, “Finish me.”
I shuddered at the raw need in his voice. The strain in his words. I recognized it because it’s exactly how I had sounded when his hands were down my pants.
With his erection now slick with lotion, I set to work, focusing on letting my hand stroke the entire length of him. I twisted and turned my hand, trying out different rhythms and speeds. With each change in motion he groaned. The constant change in friction no doubt had him teetering on the edge of release.
I knelt, facing his side, my breasts pressed against his biceps, one hand on his cock, the other stroking his back. Max fisted the bedding with one hand and cupped my ass with the other, but I wasn’t into teasing. I wanted him to come. I wanted him to experience the same explosive pleasure that I’d had on that boat.
I maintained a steady rhythm, slamming my fist up and down his length. His thighs squeezed and ass lifted off the bed just enough to tell me he was getting close.
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. The next thing I knew his hand was on my chin and his mouth was on mine, hard and probing. His tongue wrestled its way inside my mouth, but in all honesty, I didn’t put up much of a fight. He pumped his hips into my fist, the sound of his pelvis slapping against my hand echoed in the room.
I whimpered when he bit my bottom lip then ripped his mouth away, letting his head fall back on a groan as I felt the hot spurts of his pleasure on my hand.
His hand came up and gripped the back of my head, smashing his lips against mine. He rocked me with a rough, wet kiss. I settled back on my heels and then pulled my T-shirt over my head, wiping away the remnants of his orgasm. I pulled him over me as I settled against the mattress. I felt him. He was still semi-hard and able to give me what I wanted. And I did want this. I wanted him inside me. Now.
“Please…” The desperate need in my voice was unrecognizable. I’d never wanted something so much in my life. I’d never wanted to be filled and possessed by something, and now I did. I wanted to be possessed by this man.
“Everly—”
I kissed him, breaking off his words. I knew he was going to protest. Frankly, I didn’t understand it.
“I need more. I need…”
He whispered in my ear. “I know what you need.”
The warmth of his body disappeared, but then I felt his hands at my waist, pulling down my yoga pants.
