buried deeper against my ass cheeks. “So good.”
On its own, my neck tilted to take more of Terry’s kisses and that was all he needed to take things further. His grip tightened and his hip thrust against me again, and I turned in his arms, so we were face to face. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.” Those two little words came out on a low, almost feral growl before Terry’s lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was different than the one in the other hotel. For one thing, we were sharing a bed and there was nothing but flimsy pajamas to separate us.
He deepened the kiss, and I groaned at the whiskey I could still taste on his tongue and it made me feel bold. Bold enough to reach between us and wrap my hand around the silk covered erection between us. Terry was so fucking hard, but he wasn’t just hard, he was big. And thick. My pussy pulsed in anticipation.
“Kat.” My name sounded like a curse on his lips and I arched into him, squeezed his cock tighter until he nipped my bottom lip. “Tease.”
I laughed at the accusation and gave his cock a stroke.
“It’s even better than I imagined it would be. Bigger too.”
This was happening and there was no point holding back now. Tonight was ours and whatever happened after this, well that was a matter for another day. That thought left me feeling even bolder, or maybe it was the cock in my hand that my mouth and my pussy watered to taste. To have. “Soft on the outside and hard on the inside.” I slid my hand into the waistband until his silky hot cock landed heavy in my palm. God, I need this. I need him.
“Oh fuck, Kat!” Terry’s blue eyes rolled back and his head fell onto the pillow with a sigh, leaving his muscular upper body on full display. My eyes ate him up first and then my lips and my tongue. His skin smelled fresh but manly, with just a hint of me in there and that made me smile.
“Shit, woman,” he growled when my tongue started at the waistband of his silk boxers and I licked my way up the length of his torso, stopping only to swipe my tongue across the pink disks of his nipples. “Kat.”
“Yes?” I felt playful and nipped his chin and then his earlobe, smiling as I thought of how giddy my teenage self would be knowing I was here right now. With Terry. Fucking. Manning.
“You have something to say?”
“Don’t tease.” The growl came out dark and intense, almost angry and when I looked up at those blue eyes, nearly as dark as mine with desire, my body responded.
“No? What have you been doing to me the past few weeks?”
I didn’t wait for an answer because I didn’t want to talk about it, I wanted to take advantage of his nearly naked, completely turned on state, and I did, kissing my way back down his body until I reached his pajama shorts. “Teasing. Nonstop. Teasing.”
“Kat,” he growled, his voice a warning I refused to heed.
My fingertips wrapped around the silk shorts and tugged until his hips lifted in the air and I had Terry Manning naked in my bed, cock jutting out like a pole I was more than ready to climb. But not yet.
“Yes?” It was an innocent enough question, or it would have been if I wasn’t holding his cock in my hand like a lollipop, tongue ready to swipe at the bead of liquid emerging from the tip.
“Ah,” he said when my tongue made contact. The sound was low and deep and gravelly and I felt my pussy quench in answer. “Fuck.”
I only teased him for a moment because I was too desperate to have him, to taste him and when the weight of his cock landed on my tongue, it was better than I imagined. Terry tasted sweet and musky, the way a man should taste. His strong thighs bunched and clenched on either side of me as I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth, using my tongue to swipe at his balls because each time I did, he made a guttural sound that drove me wild.
I might have gone a little mad, closing my eyes and tasting his cock like it was a twelve course tasting menu, devouring every inch of him. Nine if my count was accurate.
“Kat,” he growled once but I didn’t stop. Hell, I couldn’t stop,