beneath him. I don’t even recognize the skin I’m in, I’m flying too high, and I’ve never felt so free in the entrapment of this man.
I want to writhe against him just to get off once more, but he has me pinned. Never have I been the one with an insatiable appetite, but there’s something about how this man makes me feel that turns on my greed. I want more every time, and when he gives me more, it’s never enough. It’s a constant hunger pang I can’t rid myself of, so I keep coming back.
Our kisses are slow, and I’m finally able to catch my breath. He rolls us to our sides, our bodies marked in each other’s orgasm, sticky and sweaty.
“You make the sexiest face when you cum,” he says, and I blush, lowering my head and tucking it under his chin. He chuckles. “Why are you so damn shy?”
“Why are you so damn blunt?” I counter when I look at him.
“I’m not. I’m just comfortable. Animals fuck each other in the wide open.”
“So?”
“We’re animals too, Victoria. But you’re under the mindset that sex is this secret act that you need to hide and not talk about in case you offend someone who, probably, fucks just as filthy as you do.”
I smirk with mild laughter. “I don’t fuck filthy.”
“Not yet,” he says and then gets out of bed.
I watch his bare ass as he walks into the kitchen, grab two bottles of water from the fridge, and then return.
He hands me a water and I take a sip.
This man doesn’t own an ounce of modesty, but I’m not complaining. For being forty-one, he’s in great shape. My only concern is that he’s going to be disappointed in me. I’ve only had sex with two men in my life, and Alec . . . well, I don’t even want to think about how many women he’s been with. Women who are assured in their sexuality—confident—uninhibited—everything I’m not. I wonder if I’ll be a bore to him, because Lord only knows what his expectations are, and as much as I want this, I’m doubting myself. Hell, I’m struggling right now sitting here naked.
I adjust myself, pull the sheets out from under me, and drape them over my lap so at least my bottom half is covered.
“Why do you do that?”
“What?”
“I just saw your pussy.”
“Can I ask you something now?”
“Anything,” he says before taking a guzzle of his water.
“Why me when you can get anyone? I mean, why not go for someone who’s more like you and less like me?”
“Because I like you. In the same sense that you see me as a challenge, I see you as a challenge”—he then rips the sheets off of me—“and I don’t just want anyone”—he grabs my legs and yanks me down—“I want you”—and then he pushes my knees open.
Oh, my God. He’s staring at my pussy in broad daylight.
I lift my head and watch him as he opens my folds with his thumbs—one by one. My head is screaming in self-consciousness as he examines me.
He looks up and reads my expression clearly. “Why does this make you uncomfortable?”
“Because . . .”
“Be honest.”
“Because you’re looking at the most intimate part of me.”
“You’re wrong,” he says. “You’re devaluing your heart. That’s the most intimate part of you.”
I lose sight, closing my eyes as my head falls back onto the pillow the moment he slides his tongue up my pussy and to my clit. He sucks my clit into his mouth, causing my hips to buck into him. He releases a pleasurable growl that vibrates against me as the pressure of his sucking builds. I reach down and grab onto the sides of his head as my body squirms out of control. His eyes dart to mine, and I can see the smile in them.
He continues to suck and lick, and when he’s satisfied, he props up on his knees, and holds himself in his hand. When I see he’s already hard again, I swallow thickly, suddenly scared of how raw this situation has just become. My heart thuds loudly, echoing in my ears. He takes the tip of his cock and runs it along the outside of my pussy.
“W-w-w-wait!” I frantically stutter, knowing that once I do this, there’s no possibility of turning back, but it’s when his eyes peer down to mine, I focus on solely him and get lost in his sea of blue. “Go slow, okay?”