I slid my hands up his chest, melting into his kiss. His hands sat at my waist and his grip tightened when I brushed his lips with my tongue.
A tingling energy pulsed through my body. A moment ago, I’d been so worn out, all I’d wanted was sleep. But Gibson’s sensual kiss was waking me up, all my nerve endings singing.
The low rumble in his chest made me smile against his lips. I nipped him gently with my teeth. “I love it when you kiss me like that.”
“Honey, I’ve got something on my mind. You wanna hear about it?”
“Tell me.”
His rough jaw brushed the side of my face and he put his mouth next to my ear. “I’m gonna take those clothes off you, real slow. Then I’ll get you on the bed and bury my face between your legs. And I’m gonna lick that pretty pussy until you come in my mouth.”
I trembled and my voice was breathy. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. I’ll lick you until you beg me to stop. Then I’m gonna turn you over, get you on your knees. And I’m gonna hold those hips and fuck that wet pussy from behind. Maybe smack that ass a few times while I do it. You opposed to a little spanking while I fuck you?”
“No,” I breathed. “Not if it’s you.”
“I won’t hurt you, honey,” he growled in my ear. His hand slid down to cup my ass and he squeezed. “I just wanna get a little dirty with you.”
My eyes rolled back. I was already so turned on, he wasn’t going to have to work very hard to get me to come. “I love it when you get dirty with me.”
He kissed me again, rough this time. I slid my hand down to grab his erection through his pants. He grunted, squeezing my ass cheek harder.
“Bedroom,” he said against my mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, he led me down the hall, walking backward, and I shut the bedroom door behind us. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth a few times, mimicking what he’d promised to do between my legs. Giggling, I unfastened his jeans and shoved my hands inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He grunted again. “Fuck.”
I was messing up his little plan, but I didn’t care. While he kept kissing me, I worked his cock out of his pants. Teased the tip with my fingertips. I took him by the shaft and pumped it a few times, enjoying the way he growled. The way his hips jerked, like he couldn’t help himself.
With my other hand, I shoved his pants lower so I had better access. We both looked down at his thick erection, standing straight up. I stroked it, up and down the shaft, watching as beads of moisture collected on the tip.
I liked where this was going. Me, in control of his pleasure. Making him come was such a rush. He watched with rapt attention while I slowly lowered to my knees in front of him.
With my hand firmly around the base of his cock, I slid my tongue slowly up his length. “Mind if I do this first?”
“Darlin’, I ain’t sayin’ no.” He took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor.
I grinned up at him. “Didn’t think so.”
He shuddered as I slid the tip in my mouth. I started slow, getting him nice and slick. His fingers twined through my hair, his grip gentle.
Every low growl made me want to take in more. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, and his hips started to jerk. His gaze stayed locked on me as I sucked his cock, his eyes glassy.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
He massaged my head, groaning as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth. His enjoyment made my spine tingle and the pressure between my legs increase. I loved that I could do this to him. I moved faster. I didn’t always finish him with my mouth, but tonight I was going to.
His grip on my hair tightened and his hips thrust faster. “God, you’re fucking sexy,” he ground out through gritted teeth.
I purred my own enjoyment as I felt his dick pulse. He was close. His brow furrowed and he started breathing harder, grunting every time I plunged down.
“You want me to come like this?” he asked, almost breathless, and loosened his grip on my hair.
In answer, I took him as deep as I could. He grunted hard