glad you like her, because she’s here to stay.”
“Good.”
“You don’t have to do this,” she whispered.
“I want to. And I want you to look me in the eyes while I come.”
She straddled him, trailing her finger across his chest. “So this is my Valentine’s present?”
“Not exactly. You’re going to love what I got you for Valentine’s Day even more. I’m taking you to the Star Trek convention.”
Her eyes flashed in surprise.
“It’s all arranged. We leave in two days.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes. I know how important it is to you.”
She cupped his cheeks and brushed her lips over his. Again and again, her sweet tongue liking the seam, her open folds skimming the top of his cock, making the poor fucker jump like crazy, trying to get into her. “Thank you, but you’re wrong in one thing. I could do without the convention. I couldn’t do without you. This is more important.”
He nodded, making his damnedest to rein in the fire burning inside him. “You can come on me as many times as you want. Or not come. The only conditions are that you are not out of it when you make me blow and that you watch me.”
“Are we going to be needing a safe word or something like that?” she asked with a smirk. “What do you think about ‘pumpkin’?”
“Smart-ass.” She understood he needed humor to release the tension of the moment. It was amazing how she got him, even when he was a fucking mess and didn’t understand himself.
He was bewildered that she’d stayed, in their bedroom. After the way he’d talked to her at the gym, after the huge blowout, she hadn’t wavered. She saw him, flaws and all, and she was still here, fighting for him. Unwilling to give up on him, never mind how much of a bastard he was.
He’d realized the futility of keeping himself closed off from her the very instant she’d walked away from him. It would never work because she wouldn’t accept half measures. She demanded surrender and intimacy at a level that scared the living shit out of him, but being without her terrified him even more. And the truth of the matter was, despite how frightening and foreign a concept to him, he wanted her to know him. All of him.
“Oh, I think my mouth is smarter, wouldn’t you say?”
She kissed her way down his body, her lips soft and warm, her nails marking his skin, until she made it to his cock. Then she lifted her gaze to him and, fastening her lips around his crown, started blowing him the way he liked it. Rough. Deep.
He fisted his hands and pulled at the cuffs. Fuck. Too good.
“You’re making me very wet,” she whispered as she nibbled at the slit on the head of his cock. “And very turned on. I think I need to come first.”
“You bring that sweet pussy of yours up here. I can take care of that.”
Her eyes got brighter. She liked the idea. Still. “I’m sure you would, but then I can’t watch you. And you can’t watch me.”
She licked two fingers and then brought them to her pussy, fucking herself while she took him deep into her throat and moaned and hummed around him, driving him fucking insane.
“Fuck, so sexy. The way you suck me. How your legs tremble and your fingers disappear inside you. How you rub your clit.”
“You like the view?” she asked, swinging her ass for him to see it in the mirror.
He nodded. His cock did too.
She tensed and tensed, her mouth and hand working his cock, her other hand working her pussy, and then she climaxed, almost dragging him along.
Cole gritted his teeth and held on to all his self-control. His balls were boiling, his come poised at the tip of his cock. And that killer view of her pussy, dripping wet and convulsing around her fingers, topped it all.
“Baby, I’m close,” he growled as she floated back and started nuzzling him. “If you take me in your mouth again, I will spill in you. Is that what you want?”
She shook her head. “I want you in my pussy when you come. And my mouth on yours.”
Fuck, he loved her dirty talk.
“You better get over here, then.”
She crawled up his body and slowly straddled him. The contact with her hot, plush pussy almost did him in. She sat on him, taking his cock all the way in, while he strained against the cuffs, his muscles fucking tense.
He cursed.
“You want me