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“What’s for dinner?” His warm breath is in my ear.
“Sun-dried tomato pesto. Want a taste?”
“Mm-hmm.” His teeth sink gently into a spot on my neck.
“I meant the sauce.”
“I’m having an appetizer first.”
I laugh, but the sound catches on a breath when his hand slips under the hem of my top and I feel his large palm splay wide against my bare midriff. “Mick.”
“Hm?”
“I haven’t showered yet.”
“You don’t need a shower. Your skin tastes salty and you smell good. Sweaty, lusty, like when I’m fucking you.”
I’m helpless to the rawness of his words and he knows it. In a nanosecond, my need goes from a slow simmer to an incessant boil. I turn off the burner and twist around.
Mick cups my behind and brings me flush against him in one hard jerk before his mouth comes crashing down on mine. The kiss is quickly heady, quickly fervent. We move together, backing up and out of the kitchen. Tongues tangling, I rush my hands under his sweater. Hot flesh and flexing muscle. I knead and stroke his broad chest, my fingers tracing down the happy trail that disappears into his jeans. I open the top snap as we stumble toward the living room.
Our moans slide to raspy laughs when we bump into a wall, then slide back to moans again. Through the sound system, Ella Mai and John Legend harmonize on “Everything,” their sultry voices floating in the air. Mick toes off his socks and breaks the kiss to rid me of my T-shirt.
“I want you right here.” He moves us in a primal dance over to the fireplace I’d set up earlier for ambiance. “I want to see the candlelight glimmer over your sexy curves, see them in your eyes when I’m buried deep inside of you.”
God, yes, the wanting is fierce. Our lips grow hungrier, racing over skin, a relentless craving that has us tumbling onto the area rug. Our breaths are quick and labored. The instinct to mate is dark, turbulent, and thrilling.
Mick tugs me out of the snug sports bra, groaning at the sight of my bare breasts. His tongue lashes over my nipples, coaxing and tasting, taking me to the edge of insanity.
We roll on the floor, our hands grappling, groping to remove the rest of each other’s clothes. I can see him above me in the flickering flames. See his gorgeous face as he drives deep inside me. Our hips pump together like pistons. Riding each other hard and fast. I quiver and tense, moaning shamelessly, loving the feel of taking and being taken.
He flips me over and I scramble to get onto my hands and knees. When the negative message plays about how big my ass must appear in this position, I counterpunch with how erotic it must look with Mickkneeling behind me, holding on to the lush curves of my cheeks as he strokes his big cock in and out of my wet pussy. The image in my mind makes me crazed.
I lower my elbows to the floor, my nipples grazing the carpet as my body rocks back and forth into his feral lunges. Serrated gasps from the pleasure/pain shoot from my throat. I’m so turned on, I think I’ll burst from the orgasm building in me like a pressure cooker. It boils and bubbles, blowing the lid off and then I’m coming on breathy cries of his name, my sex pulling and releasing, clenching around him.
“Ah fuck, Dee,” he rumbles and flips me onto my back again. He holds me down, his damp chest hard to mine, his frenzied heartbeat thumping against my own. His tongue thrusting into my mouth, his cock thrusting into my core. He watches me avidly as I reach for it, beg for it, urged on by his sounds of pleasure, by how good he tells me I feel. Claimed by his stare, another orgasm hits, tearing through my body.
Mick’s eyes on me are wild and intense. His breaths choppy, his face ravaged as he powers into me three more times before he pulls out, and kneeling between my open legs, jacks his cock.
Despite my two orgasms, I’m aroused all over again watching the slick, rapid movement of his hand, the tensing of his muscles before he comes, spurting repeatedly over my torso and belly.
“God, Mick.”
“You like that?” His eyes are drugged from his orgasm, but his smile is wicked and provocative.
“Everything you do is a turn on.”
He rubs his sperm over my breasts and nipples, making me throb all over. Then his hand slides down my belly and between my legs. I writhe, keening to get off again. Still he teases me, softly running his skilled fingers over the lips of my sex. I buck my hips and he pushes his fingers into me.
“I love making you come.” His voice is rough. “You get so greedy for it. So hot.”
“Ohh…Mick…please.”
“I got you, baby. Watch.”
I look at him down the length of my body, not noticing anything except the pleasure he’s giving me. I watch as he withdraws his fingers, wet from our combined orgasms. He brings those fingers to my clit, massaging me in erotic circles.
“Mick!” I gasp, coming again. My body quakes so hard it leaves me breathless and my limbs like water.
