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I sit up on my arms, watching him opening the zipper of his pants, exposing his black boxer shorts and his now erect cock pressing against the top of the cotton fabric.
“Rone, I—”
He kisses my forehead, his lips lingering. “Don’t worry. Now is all about you.” His voice is filled with lust. “I wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you. I don’t care how long I have to wait. I want to be the man who’s going to be your first and the last you will ever remember,” he whispers, sounding like he knows something I don’t before taking my mouth hostage.
Moaning, I push my breasts against his naked chest. My hard nipples move across the hairs on his torso, sending sparks of electricity to my core. He lays me onto the sheets, I try to close my legs but can’t because his knee is still holding them open, exposing me.
“Lean back, babe, and let me enjoy this,” he says, licking his lips.
I stare at him and smile. He presses his mouth to mine as I let my fingers travel into his thick hair. I pull back a little as he kisses below my ear, and he chuckles. My head falls into the pillows.
“Still okay?” His voice is hoarser and deeper than before.
I nod, breathing hard as he shifts again, kissing the inside of my thigh. His big hand still holds me in place in the middle of the mattress, making it impossible for me to move. He is building me up. He has the power to do anything he wants.
I guess he senses it too, judging by his growl. He kisses my pubic bone and his finger moves from top to bottom between my wet folds.
“Oh my God!” I moan again, clutching the sheets between my fingers.
Navarone smirks, kissing above my entrance.
I am thankful I’ve hit the salon, ready for bikini season. But how will he feel about it? I read that some guys like no hair and others a lot. I have no idea what he likes. My nerves resurface.
He answers the question for me when he moans, “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He exposes me farther with his tongue and finger. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I give him a look that says, stop? “Hell no!”
He chuckles and dips his finger deep inside me, but not as deep as I want him to go. My back hits the mattress again.
Then his lips linger there, and he kisses the little nob at the top, making me wetter. I run my fingers over my sore mouth; he kisses my pussy, and a sigh escapes me. His tongue moves across me from top to bottom, circling my clit and making me beg. His fingers explore and stretch me while I squirm on the bed, a bolt of heat shoots straight to my core, and I groan.
Rone’s hand disappears under my ass, and without a warning, he lifts me up into his eager mouth. He circles his tongue over my pussy lips and sucks hard, the tingle that started in the pit of my stomach reaches my clit. I wiggle my ass against the sheets, his hands move up the inside of my thighs, and I grind myself against his face. Heat floods my body, bowing my back a rush of electricity races down my spine and up my legs.
He growls, the vibration shooting strait to my throbbing center. Throwing my head back I come, shouting his name.
Rone’s smile makes me shudder. Sitting back and catching his breath, he looks at me in awe, his mouth wet with my slickness. I want to cover myself but his hand is on my thigh, holding me in place while he runs his thumb across his bottom lip and licks my release from his fingers. I’ve never seen someone do that before. I read about it in my mom’s old Harlequin novels, but to watch him has me twitching between my legs.
“Wow,” I pant, my body still trembling.
He blows out hard through his nose. My gaze zeroes in on the tent in his boxers and the darker wet ring against the cotton. A smug smile tugs on his lips. His arms are trembling as he hovers above me, holding all his weight on his elbows, his muscles flexing. Rone leans forward before kissing me, his tongue sliding into my mouth and I taste myself on his lips. It is sexy as hell. Slowly, I let my hands explore his chest, over his back and into his underwear.
He smiles against my lips as my trembling fingers disappear under the fabric, cupping the swell of his ass. He leans up on his elbows as I move my palm to the front of his briefs. I trace his hardness from balls to tip, and his breath becomes labored. Leaning forward, I push Navarone on his back and his jeans and boxers down, before licking the head of his cock. I kiss his shaft, his breath hitches and his hazy eyes widen then flutter closed.
He puts his arms behind his head, flexing those beautiful muscles and giving me free rein. I bite my lip and expose him by pulling the black cotton to his ankles. He kicks them off and then there he is in all his glory. Taking in the size of him, my mouth dries.
I am aching in the places his fingers have explored me, where his tongue traced my folds.
I hesitate to touch him again. “Go ahead,” he rasps. “I’m all yours.”
My hand encircles his cock and I pinch a little, he moans and holds his breath, the tip glistening with more precum. I don’t know why that gives me a sense of power, but it does. I smile with the knowledge I can make him feel like that, make him sweat like this. He closes his eyes while my hand explores him, tracing the line of the vein to the tip, letting my fingers skim over his balls higher up.
It surprises me, but I crave to taste him. He still has his eyes closed so I move down, my lips inches away from his erect cock. I smell a musky scent that is all him. It makes my mouth water and before I know it, I let my tongue trace the top, tasting the salty tip for the second time.
“Damn it Alice,” he groans, sitting up on his elbows.
“What? Did I do it wrong?” I ask, looking at him, then to his dick, which is harder and straighter against his stomach. Licking my lips, I want nothing more than to make my insides clench as they did. Without thinking, I let my fingers skim the velvet-soft skin.
“You don’t have to.” His voice is deep and hoarse. He stifles a moan, his cock twitching in my hand.
