him all, but I wrap my fingers around his base. He hisses and his fingers spear into my hair and curl into a fist. He covers my hand with his and thrusts into my mouth, making my eyes and pussy water.
“Fuck yes, that is the shit,” he growls. His hand tightens its grip on my hair when I cup his balls.
“I love that. So damn much,” he croons, his hips pump faster and his salty precum beads on my tongue. I suck his dark, throbbing crown and his body jerks.
“It’s too good, too much,” he groans. Then, suddenly the tugging pressure of his hand is gone from my hair and when my cry of complaint loosens the tight sucking hold I have on him, he slips out of my mouth.
“I wasn’t done,” I pout and reach for him again.
“I don’t want the first time I come with you to be in your mouth.” He steps out my reach and gives me a grin so wicked that my toes curl.
He pulls out a condom out of his pocket and sheaths himself within a matter of seconds. “Get off that floor and let me get in that pussy.” He growls and leans down, cups my elbows and hauls me up to standing.
His hands are back at my ass, cupping this time when he lifts me. I use the same resistance that stymied him last time, but he doesn’t let me down.
“Woman. Wrap your legs around my waist,” he growls.
“I’m too heavy,” I protest.
“Not for me, Goddess.” He slaps my ass and I yelp and wrap my legs around his waist, and he grins is pure satisfaction as he walks us over to the bed. He sits and scoots us back until he’s against the headboard.
He leans toward me, his mouth aimed at mine. I close my eyes, and my lips tingle in anticipation.
Instead, he presses that sinning mouth to my neck. Any disappointment I feel at not kissing him disappears when the moment his unbelievably soft lips part and he feasts on the sensitive, heated skin of my throat I clutch his head, holding him there while pleasure courses through me.
“I’m really ready to fuck you, but I’ve been dreaming about tasting your pussy after you left the delicious smell of it all over my shorts.”
I can’t help my bark of surprised laughter. My stomach flips at the easy, sexy smile he gives me in return.
“I guess it should be a balm to my wounded pride that I at least made you laugh…it’s like the horizon—the edge of something… your laugh sounds the way a sunrise looks. I could probably listen to it all day.”
“My god, you’re a total Casanova. Are you a professional seducer of women?”
It’s his turn to laugh, but it’s a devilish laugh if I’ve ever heard one. “Nah, I’m an amateur. I do it for the love of it. But it’s nice to know that I’m good enough to be mistaken for a pro.”
He grins like the wolf who thinks no one can see him behind his sheep’s clothing. But nothing, not even that charmingly roguish smile, can hide the overtly male confidence that comes from knowing that you’re good at pleasing women.
I like that, very much.
“You look like an angel…but you’re such a bad boy.”
“There’s certainly nothing “boyish” about my bad. And in the heaven I’m about to take you to, angels aren’t allowed.”
I groan in exaggerated pain. “That was terrible. But at least now I know you’re not perfect.”
His eyes narrow in good natured challenge. “I’m about to make you take those words back.”
“How---woah,” I yelp when he spans my waist with both hands and lifts me up over his head while he slides down until he’s lying flat.
He sets me down so that my knees straddle his head. His face is inches from the one place I was sure he wouldn’t look.
Instinct and insecurity have me drawing my thighs closed.
“Don’t move, Goddess.” He grabs my thighs to hold me in place.
I close my eyes when his fingers spread me open.
“Fuck, your pussy is spectacular.” His words come out in a rumbling groan and I glance down. His ravenous gaze devours me. He wraps his big hands around my thighs in vice like grip and pulls them apart, spreading my knees until my pussy hovers right over his parted, plump lips.
“You don’t have to….” My words dissolve into a guttural exhalation when his hot, slick mouth opens over me.