Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,64

can. "You want to use this on me or the other way around?"

"Both." She took the can from him, shook it, and popped the top. "Where would you like me to start?"

"Don't care, baby." This was her fantasy. He was only happy to oblige.

Bringing the nozzle to his mouth, she sprayed some cream over his lips and leaned in, licking the sweetness from him. He groaned when she'd finished and cupped the back of her head to kiss her deep. Her tongue, cool from the cream, blended with his heat as their tongues danced. He could get lost in her kiss, in the moans purring from her throat.

Breaking away, she straddled his thighs and added a dollop of cream to each of his nipples. When she closed her mouth over one, he held her hair off her face and pressed her to him. She swirled her tongue and nipped the hardened bud. He hissed a breath and bucked, wanting inside her. Moving to the other nipple, she tortured that one until his fingers were clenching her strands.

He tugged her head up so he could look in her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust. His shaft thickened. "Your mouth is a thing of beauty, baby."

"In that case?? She sprayed a generous amount on his cock.

He sucked in air at the cool sensation, his heart pounding in anticipation of her hot mouth. "Can I hold your head?" he rasped.

"Yes." And then her tongue was on him, licking with firm strokes from base to tip. She swirled around the crown and, before he could beg for more, she licked his slit and brought him into her wet mouth.

"Holy fuck." He bucked before he could catch himself and cupped her head. "I'm sorry," he ground out and released her, his cock throbbing for more.

With a pop, she freed him from her mouth, took his hands, and replaced them in her hair. Fisting his base, she looked at him from under her thick lashes. "Be as rough as you want, Noah. I like it."

And with that, she went back to work, causing his eyes to roll back in his head with pleasure. Hollowing her cheeks, her pressure increased, and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her. Her hand worked his base, her tongue did some insanely awesome swirl to the underside of his shaft, and his tip hit her throat.

After moments, he realized she wasn't letting him go deeper than she could handle with her hand holding his pelvis, so he tested things by being rougher. He thrust up and brought her head down, fucking her mouth like he'd been dreaming of doing. She moaned around his cock, vibrating him all the way to his balls.

"Hell, baby. You feel so goddamn good."

Bringing his knees up, he spread his legs wider, holding her head and curling his upper body to see better when he thrust. His back tightened, his balls drawing up. He issued two more thrusts before warning her he was close. She didn't let up, and his eyes watered holding back. Tension corded his arms, his shoulders, and neck.

"Raven, I'm coming?? He rasped air. "Baby, come up--"

Too late. He let loose with a roar, head thrown against the mattress and hands clenched in her hair. His back bowed with the velocity of his orgasm. His release streamed in jets, powerful and hot. She sucked him deep, swallowing, wrenching shudders from him until his vision grayed.

He was still soughing for breath when she released him and kissed his stomach. He closed his eyes tight, grabbed her under the arms, and hauled her up his body.

Holding her to him, he struggled for air. "Two minutes. Give me two minutes and, swear to God, I'll make you see stars."

She laughed and kissed his jaw.

"You swallowed." He was still in awe. Most didn't, and he didn't really care, but she had for him. It had to have brought out bits of her claustrophobia with him holding her the way he had when he'd come and her mouth full with his cock.

She made a sound of contentment. "Salty and sweet. I like watching you lose control, knowing I can do that to you."

Control. He had none with her. She didn't seem to either. The constant power play, the give and take between them, brought out pleasure on both sides. Neither minded taking the reins or letting them drop.

His mind whirled with possibilities. Not since they made love the first time in the missionary position had she tensed during sex. Nothing