Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,21

my eyes and just absorbed the feeling of having Gio here with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my chest to his, our body heat combining, moving between both of us.

When he pulled back, I forced my eyes open.

“Pyper,” he whispered my name, and I opened my eyes. “There isn’t anything more I’ve ever wanted than you. But there isn’t a rush. I’ve waited years for this experience with you, and I’ll wait until you’re fully ready.”

He was trying to be a gentleman right now, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted my first time, my first experience with Gio to be explosive. And so I pushed my worries aside, my uncertainty of what this meant for our future, and pressed my pussy against his cock, letting him feel how soaked I was for him. He hissed out again, and I could see on his face he knew what my intentions were, what I really wanted.

“I’m ready. Now.”

Chapter Nine

Pyper

The feel of Gio sliding his hands along my back, pulling me in close, and pressing his mouth against mine had a little needy mewl leaving me. He moved is tongue along the seam of my lips, and I greedily sucked it in, tasting that spicy, masculine flavor of him coat every inch of me.

I continued to suck on his tongue, but he pulled away far too soon. I shifted on top of him again, and he groaned as if he were in pain.

“So good,” he said almost to himself. He moved his hands to the small of my back then lower to my ass, clenching the mounds, pulling them apart ever-so-slowly, then letting them fall back into place. Gio started using his grip on my ass to rock me back and forth against him, and I moaned at how good it felt with my slickness aiding the motion.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You’re so damn sweet as you move on top of me.” The fact that he was having just as hard a time as I was at controlling myself turned me on even more. He started lifting his hips slightly, grinding his bare dick on me. “You’re so damn wet, shockingly hot.” His mouth was back on mine, his kiss so hard and demanding that I couldn’t keep up, but that was okay.

“Gio,” I found myself whispering.

“Yeah, say my name again, baby. Say it again as you rock faster on me.”

I gasped and did just that.

He tightened his hands on my ass and aided in my movements until we were both panting.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, how many times I jerked off as I thought about this?”

I could only shake my head, this low sound of desperate need leaving me. My eyes were closed now, because I was unable to keep them open. I was lost in the feeling of this.

So many times, I came thinking about you on top of me, my cock buried between your thighs.

I gasped in pleasure at his crude words.

We were creating this delicious friction that had me trying to catch my breath. I felt my pulse between my thighs and knew my orgasm was right there. I could taste it, feel it bring me closer to the edge. I’d need only a little more rocking, and I’d go over for him.

“Look at me,” he demanded softly. I forced my eyes open to listen to him. We stared at each other just as I felt myself become wound even tighter. “I want you to….” He groaned and closed his eyes. “I need you to come for me like this.” He opened his eyes then, and the fierceness he wore on his face had me falling over into ecstasy.

God, yes.

I could hear him murmuring things to me, sweet words, dirty things that would have had me blushing if I wasn’t climaxing for him this very second.

When my orgasm faded, Gio didn’t give me a reprieve. He had his mouth latched onto one of my nipples and sucked furiously. I found myself lifting my hands and spearing them into his hair as if they had a mind of their own, the sensations powerful, the sensitivity having my inner muscles clenching. It was like I hadn’t just gotten off. My body was wound up all over again.

I grabbed chunks of his hair, unable to stop myself, not even knowing I’d done it until he hissed in pleasure from the act.

“Mine, Pyper. You’re mine and always have been,” he said against my now wet peak.