Damn.
He didn’t mind making this all about her. Regardless of what other men liked to bullshit about when it meant busting a nut during sex, he got off on getting someone else off. And yet, to hear her ask to pleasure him almost had his fucking knees buckling.
What was she doing to him?
“Yeah, Val,” he murmured, “fucking touch me. Get what you want, woman.”
She did, deft fingers curling around his length after he’d stepped out of those boxer-briefs. Light tugs really stroked him awake, but it was the way she tightened and loosen her grip with a faster speed that had his head falling back for a moan to drag from his lips.
“You look so good like that.”
Her whisper woke up his senses.
Every fucking one.
“All for you,” he rumbled.
She did just that, taking her time to tease him into a tight ball of hot need with her hands while she watched him with hooded, lustful eyes. He about fucking died when she leaned in to press a featherlight kiss to the middle of his chest before subsequent touches of her lips lowered with each one.
“Fucking hell.”
Valeria’s light laughter lasted only long enough for her to get the head of his dick in her mouth. And if there was a heaven, it was Christopher watching this woman on her knees for him, learning the way he liked for her to suck his dick, while his hand tangled into her hair, and her gaze locked on him.
“Look at you, huh?” he uttered, jaw clenching from the way her lips kept tightening around the head of his cock when she came back up to the tip. “So fucking pretty on your knees for me. Do you like that, Val, do you want my load down your throat, babe?”
He swore her throat flexed at the head of his dick, an instinctual swallow, that about had him coming. He wasn’t a fourteen-year-old boy getting his first pussy here—he would not bust a nut in two minutes—but she sure as fuck made him feel like it.
His hand left her hair long enough to snake in under her jaw. He held her still, his cock still stretching out those pretty lips of hers, as wide eyes looked up at him with the need to please, and be pleased.
“Let me fuck you,” he whispered.
Valeria released his cock from her mouth, the heat of her breath a contrast to the sensitive skin of his length when she breathed, “Please do.”
“God, yes.”
It took Chris all of a minute to have her standing naked in front of him after he’d stood her up and pulled every piece of clothing keeping her from him off her body.
Had he mentioned how beautiful she was?
All her lines, and curves.
Hips that spoke of a woman who carried a child, shapely and sinful, and a round ass that made him want to take a bite. Golden skin with undertones of red and brown that made his fucking mouth water. That dark hair of hers fell over her shoulders in a wave, still a contrast to her skin, and shiny under the dim lights of the bedroom.
An angel.
Wicked as she was.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her, “it fucking hurts, Val. That’s how beautiful you are.”
She sucked in a jerky breath, breathing, “Show me. Show me how beautiful.”
He said nothing, only moved forward to get Valeria to her back on the bed. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her legs high and wide as his head dipped between her legs. Oh, he’d spend lots of time eating the juices from her slit later after he’d had her coming on his cock for a while, but right then he wanted her flavor on his tongue.
Chris licked her from her slit to her clit.
One tease.
Then, his lips worked up her body, past her navel, her stomach, and the valley of her breasts. He reached for the condoms he’d tossed aside earlier as he hovered above her, breaking open cardboard to get to the foil packets inside. Valeria panted beneath him, chest rising and falling while he sheathed his cock in latex.
Her hands found her knees, and she pulled her legs up, and open for him as he leaned back, and her head fell to the pillow to give him a beautiful view of her willingly spread out for him. He teased her with his fingers for a moment, enjoying the sight of her moaning into the pillow while her slick arousal coated his hand.
“Feel how fucking wet you are for me?” Chris asked. “I can’t wait to get another taste of this after you’ve been praying to my name.”
“Please ...”
This sweet woman.
He didn’t deny himself, or her, longer.
The sound she made when he worked his cock into her tight pussy was raw. So hot, and needy all rolled into one sexy woman. When he seated himself deep inside her walls, Valeria let out a hard breath, those lips of hers a perfect O while she stared up at him.
His hand pressing into her lower stomach kept her trembling hips from being able to seek more of him as she tried to move against him. “You like that?”
“Oh, God, so much.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
He loved how the word slipped from her lips. Airless, and yet so sure. Desperate in her want, but assured in her need.
Chris fucked her slow at first, his hands flattening to her sides to grab tight and pull her into every flex of his hips. And then when she whined, the broken cries she tried to hide muffled into the pillow, he fucked her faster.
A little harder.
Deeper.
Until she trembled, her skin flushed, and her lips a bitten-red from her teeth as she shook through her first orgasm from his dick. And just as fast, before she had even finished shaking through that orgasm, he moved them on the bed.
Him on his back.
Her on top.
“Ride me until you come again,” he told her, thrusting his hips up, so she sat deeper onto his cock while her breaths burst out of her chest, “use me like you want to Val, and I’ll get what I need, too. Fuck me, woman.”
She did.
So damn good, too.
• • •
As much as Chris didn’t want to leave that bedroom, or Valeria’s side, he still pushed out of the bed slowly. Once the two had cleaned up, redressed, and he tucked her into his side in the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.
Small blessings, he supposed.
A quick look out the window told him the sky was still dark, and would be for a while. If all went well, the house would be quiet, and the rest of the people would be asleep, or damn close to it. No one would look sideways at him coming down the hallway in the middle of the night, not if they were already drunk, or sleepy.
An easy excuse—he had to use the bathroom.
Who would question it?
Still, Chris didn’t want to risk running into anyone at all. One or two incidents he might be able to brush off, but if caught in a compromising position with Valeria, then this whole thing would be over.
That was not a risk he wanted to take.
A check of the clock on the bedside table told him it was three in the morning—lucky he hadn’t fallen asleep, too. It would be a long day for him tomorrow with only a couple of hours of sleep, but with Valeria still pressed against him, her taste lingering on his tongue, and the sounds of her bliss echoing in his mind ...
Worth it.
This had been worth it.
Leaning over the bed, he tangled his fingers in the stray waves of Valeria’s black hair that had fallen over her shoulder. Tucking the strands back, he let his fingertips glide over her delicate shoulder, and down her arm. She slept on, unbothered by his attention, lost in her dreams.