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“No. I wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I didn’t even think you cared. I was just trying to reclaim myself. But it didn’t work. All I was thinking about was you.”
Her admission caused both his heart and cock to swell.
With titillating tenderness she unbuttoned his pants and then pulled the zipper down. His aching shaft pressed aggressively against his boxer briefs, begging for her attention. Vivien ran her hand up and down his rock-hard length before softly kissing the tip, still covered by a cotton barrier. He wondered if his underwear would have a lipstick mark on it and the thought made him even harder.
Using her thumbs, she hooked the sides of his elastic waistband and tugged, taking down both his boxer briefs and slacks. One foot at a time he stepped out of them and then kicked them off to the side.
Vivien’s hands ran up and down the sides of his thighs as his erection jutted out proudly. She stared with hunger in her eyes but didn’t touch. Just the look in her eyes caused a bead of arousal to form at the tip of his head.
When it did a tiny grin curled at the edges of her perfect, pouty lips and she leaned forward slightly and licked it off. The single swipe of her tongue along his engorged head caused his balls to tighten against his body as sweat broke out on the back of his neck.
Taking matters into his own hands, he reached down to the base of his shaft and gently pressed his testicles down so they weren’t coiled and ready to strike. It wasn’t going to prolong his release forever, but releasing the pressure would buy him a little time.
As soon as his fingers curled around his base, Vivien gripped the sides of his thighs and took him in her mouth completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt the crown of his dick hit the back of her throat.
His hand reached out and gripped the back of her head and she swallowed. The contraction of her throat sucked him even deeper into the recesses of her hot, wet mouth. Her lips kept a tight suction around his girth as she pulled her head back before once again plunging him into her mouth.
After two more pumps, his body tensed and he knew that if she kept going he would not be able to hold himself back.
“Vivien,” he spoke her name in warning growl.
Her large blue eyes lifted to his, the sight of her looking up at him while she had him in her mouth sent a surge of release pulsing through him. Not wanting this to be over before it started he grabbed her shoulders and picked her up off the ground. Her arms and legs wrapped around him.
He did a quick cursory search of the room, deciding if he was going to put her up against the wall, throw her on the couch or if he wanted to go to the bedroom.
As if reading his mind, she said, “Bed.”
He grinned as he stalked back into the bedroom to show her just how much he loved her and would love her for the rest of his life.
* * *
As much asViv had enjoyed the freedom that Glenn had given her to explore his body, she was thrilled that he’d gone all caveman on her. She loved how powerful he was and how easily he was able to maneuver her body like she was petite and weighed nothing. As a thick and curvy girl that wasn’t something that all men could do. Glenn made her feel petite.
What girl didn’t love to be manhandled a little bit? She was sure there were some, but she was not one of them.
An alpha man who took control in the bedroom was what she needed to get off. Some women might think that disqualified her as a feminist, but she felt the opposite. She was in charge of her sexual experiences, knew her body, her mind and knew what she liked and didn’t like and wasn’t afraid to admit it. If that wasn’t the epitome of feminism, she didn’t know what was.
He tossed her playfully on the bed, and she closed her eyes and giggled as she hit the mattress. When she opened them, Glenn had moved on top of her. His body had her pinned beneath him and she could feel the pressure of his swollen head pressing against her sex.
When she’d fallen onto the bed, her arms had flown over her head and Glenn reached up and threaded his fingers through hers, trapping her arms above her head as he slowly entered her. She felt every single inch of his thick, hard manhood stretching out her tight canal.
“I love you,” he whispered as he pressed farther inside of her.
She wanted to reply but she couldn’t speak. She was too overwhelmed by it all. The feeling of him filling her completely physically, emotionally, and even spiritually. They were connecting mind, body, soul connection.
With her hands pinned above her head, she couldn’t touch him, which was frustrating. She tugged her arms down but he tightened his grip.
“I want you like this,” he gritted out as he stared down at her. “If I move my hands will you keep your arms there?”
She thought about it and as much as she’d love to promise him that she would, especially if he kept looking at her, like he was a cartoon character in the desert and she was a mirage of water like he was, she didn’t trust herself to actually do it. So, she answered honestly.
“Probably not…” A few guys that she’d been with had brought up the idea of tying her up, but she’d never gone along with it because, fuck that, she needed to trust someone implicitly before giving them that kind of control.
She trusted Glenn.
“You could tie me up.”
