I rise to my knees, straddling him, and smooth my hands down his firm pectorals and lower over his hard abdominals. The muscles flex beneath my touch, his breathing becoming choppier. I unfasten his pants and pull down the zipper, tugging them down his hips and legs. He kicks them off, leaving him in only a pair of dark gray boxers.
The length of his erection presses firmly against the fabric, creating a firm ridge. My fingers tuck beneath the elastic and gently ease it down over his length and off his legs. Then I take a moment to get my fill of him.
The hard curves and indentations of his body are fascinating. I track my eyes down his form, drinking in the sight before my gaze returns to his. He watches me with a hint of amusement, one arm bent, the large bicep thick and on display with a hand tucked beneath his head.
“What do you think?” he asks in a husky voice.
A slight smirk tugs at the edge of my lips, and my eyes are drawn back to where he’s impossibly hard. When I lightly trace my index finger along his length, he jerks in response. Startled, I draw back, but he stops me, cinching my wrist in his grip. He guides my hand to him once again.
“Just sensitive,” he says gently. “Touch me all you want.”
I curl my fingers around him, and he’s so thick I wonder how he’d even fit inside me. He’s velvety smooth yet hard as steel. Using the pad of my thumb to gather the moisture lingering in the slit at the very tip, I bring my thumb to my lips, unable to resist my curious desire to taste him. The instant I suck the salty fluid off, he lets out a muttered, “Fuck,” as a shudder wracks his body.
The visible effect my touch has on him sends a thrilling surge of power rushing through me. I scoot back, gathering my hair to one side, and press a light kiss to the head.
“Is this okay?” I murmur, dropping another soft kiss to it. “Can I…?” I hesitate before whispering the rest. “Put my mouth on you?”
His hips jerk as though a jolt of electricity shocked him, but what urges me on is the way he says my name on a tortured moan. A muscle in his jaw clenches, and he grits out a simple, “Yes.”
I lower my head and wrap my lips around him and suck gently, experimenting to see what he likes. Gliding my tongue along his hard length, I work my mouth up and down. With each of my movements, with each lick and suck and glide of my mouth, I watch him. To gauge his response.
His hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, his flared nostrils, the way his lips part, the rough sounds ripped from his throat, and the way the cords of his neck appear strained send satisfaction coursing through me.
The veiny ridges of his erection fascinate me, and I run my tongue along them before taking him in my mouth as deep as I can. Another shudder rolls through his body, and his hands fly to my hair to fist it tightly, a look of agony on his face.
“Holy fuck, yes,” he grits out. His eyes close briefly as if he’s fighting to maintain control. When they flare open, his heated gaze locks on me, practically singeing me. “So fuckin’ good.”
When I suck a little harder, he releases a strangled moan and one hand leaves my hair to fist the blanket in a punishing grip. His hips arch into my touch, and it urges me on.
As I slide my mouth down on another stroke, his sudden grip on my shoulder draws me to a surprised stop. “I want my mouth on you at the same time.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he means, and when he tugs, guiding me to straddle his face, my own face heats up with embarrassment.
It quickly fades because he doesn’t hold back. He grabs my hips and pulls me down to his mouth. His tongue dives inside me, tasting me deep. I clutch at his firm thighs, delicious shivers racing through my body as he devours me.
“Hollis.” His name falls from my lips in a whimper before I force myself to regain focus and slide my mouth down over him. I want to make him lose control like he made me. And by the way he’s torturing me, I reckon it’s a safe bet he’ll make it happen again.
His powerful grip holds me in place while he teases me with his tongue and lips. Whimpers bubble up from my throat while I slide my mouth up and down his rigid length.
Hollis glides a thick finger through my wetness, thrusting in and out, tormenting me and making me ache for more. Fastening his lips around my clit, he gently sucks before grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth. He gives my wet core a deep, openmouthed kiss and that’s all it takes to send me tipping over the edge.
My orgasm rips through me, my breath rushing out hot and fast, and shudders take hold. I can’t retrain a whimpered moan, even while my lips are still wrapped around his length.
A low, almost tortured-sounding growl rumbles from him, the subtle vibrations teasing my sensitive flesh. In a haze of euphoria, my hips thrust against his face as I ride out my release.
Once I finally settle from the orgasm-induced high, he carefully shifts me off of him. Pressing me back against the blanketed mattress, he props himself on his forearms above me.
I frown in confusion, my attention darting between his face and his obvious arousal. His thick erection, still slick from my mouth, brushes against my hot skin, sending shivers skittering down the length of my spine.
His eyes bore into mine, heavy with lust. When he closes them on a brief wince and groans, “God, I want inside you,” I urge him closer.
Wrapping his long, thick fingers around his length, he guides the tip to my entrance, dragging it through my folds. His eyes track the movements as if he’s mesmerized by the act. Suddenly, he stops with a muttered expletive.
I stiffen in alarm. “What’s wrong?”
He drops his forehead to my shoulder. “I don’t have anythin’.”
Without realizing it, the words spill out of my mouth. “I’m on birth control, and…well”—my voice fades, sounding small and hesitant—“you know I’ve never done this before.” The need to have him inside me is all-consuming.
Slowly, he raises his head, affection lining his features. “Shortcake, I’d never do anythin’ to put you at risk.” His brows slant together severely. “I promise you.”
“I know.”
“But you know there’s always a chance…”
I reach up and palm the side of his face. “Please, Hollis.”
He doesn’t say a word, studying me carefully as if he’s searching for a sign of hesitation. When he doesn’t find any, his eyes fall closed, and he presses his face into my palm, like he’s basking in my touch.
Those brown eyes open and the hunger in the depths nearly robs me of breath. He lowers his lips to mine, and his kiss… It’s a kiss unlike all the others. His lips touch mine with a tender reverence that brings me to tears.
This is what everyone strives for. Kisses that not only affect you on the surface but reach inside to touch your soul. More than that, though, they settle even deeper.
They become imbedded in the depths of your heart.
Hollis
Something’s shifted. My heartbeat thunders so loud within my chest, I swear the whole neighborhood can hear it. Deep down, I think I realized this wouldn’t be like any other time. This is just more because it’s Magnolia.
I fist my cock and guide the tip to her entrance, dragging it along her wet lips. Even knowing I need to be gentle, it’s a strain to hold back and resist the urge to drive into her, knowing she’ll be as tight as a fucking vise.