along the top edge of my tube top. My nipples tightening, I stared at his bowed head, watching him and savoring his caress. Beneath the stretchy cotton, my nipples throbbed.
I glided my hands lower, over the ridges of his abdomen and the tiger with the sharp teeth that decorated it. Reaching his jeans, I unbuckled his belt, but stopped when I realized he was holding his breath.
“Breathe,” I said, lifting my gaze.
“Hard to, babe, when your touch sets me on fire.”
My lips curved. “I need you breathing.”
“I need you. That’s a fact.”
“I can see that.” Lowering my gaze, I unbuttoned his jeans. I traced his length as I slowly lowered his zipper. The rasp of it was loud, the only other sound our heavy breathing.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
Gently removing my hands, he took over. He sat on the edge of the bed, removing his boots and socks. I watched him lower his jeans and his black boxers at the same time.
When Journey’s cock sprang free, my mouth went dry. He was huge. Fully extended with a drop glistening invitingly on the blunt end.
I went to my knees in front of him, tapping his thighs. “Please.” I looked up at him and licked my lips.
“Babe, you don’t have to ask.” He spread his legs.
I shifted and took him in my hand, tracing the turgid length of him before I put him in my mouth. He was salty like the ocean, harder than I could have imagined, and he stirred in me a ravenous hunger. Unleashing it, I licked him from root to tip. His cock leaped, and he groaned.
“Enough.” He lifted me by my upper arms, twisted at the waist, and tossed me onto his bed.
I landed on my back, and he followed me. I gasped when he grabbed the bottom edge of my tube top and whisked it over my head. My panties were ripped off next. Before I knew what was happening, his mouth was on me, his lips and tongue on my clit, and his hands and fingers on my breasts. I praised him with shortened breaths and throaty moans.
“Look at me,” he said from between my legs, and I did, my head spinning at the desire I saw for me there. “You are so beautiful.”
“You are,” I whispered.
His gaze was dark, his passion making his handsome features stark. “My sweet Lotus.”
Lowering his head again, he bathed me with his kisses and swirled wet circles around me with his passion. I arched into his urgent mouth, and he kneaded the globes of my ass in his eager hands.
“Journey.” I sucked in a sharp breath. Greedy, I needed, wanted, demanded more. I was so close.
He lifted his head, and I noticed a shadow in his eyes when his gaze met mine.
“I can’t . . .” Pausing, he swallowed. “I can’t stop once I position. I’ll have to continue. This is the last time I’ll ask. Is it a yes?”
“Yes, please.”
He slowly smiled, the darkness in his gaze lifting. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. I’m clean. I had to get tested before signing with the Skulls, and I’m always safe.”
He slapped his hand on a condom packet he must have put on the bed, tore it open, and rolled it on while I watched. Gripping my thighs, he spread me open and moved between my legs.
I moaned as he swept his thumb over me. My clit felt too tight, my body too tenuous to contain the powerful cravings his caresses unleashed.
“You’re so wet. So beautiful.” Finding my opening, he positioned his cock and entered me. Not slowly but masterfully, in one bold stroke that stole my breath.
“You feel so good,” I told him and moaned.
“You feel wonderful.” Journey stared into my eyes, watching me as he began to move, and his movement, where we were joined became everything.
I slid my fingers over his skin, the width of his shoulders, the length of his spine. When I reached the taut curve of his perfect ass, I squeezed hard as he drove into me.
His voice raspy, he said, “Lotus, so good.”
“I’m going to come.” Panting, I lifted my hips, straining for it.
“Then come.”
He drove into me harder, faster. Passion rose, hot and wild. My climax hovering just out of reach, I gripped his ass tighter. He slammed his cock into me deeper, synergy and mastery in his powerful thrust.
I dug my heels into the mattress, taking all he had to give, stroke after hammering stroke. It was so good. He