“Stay,” she replied, her voice ending in a squeak.
He bent down and captured her lips again, the kiss anything but gentle. Alana wrapped her arms around London’s neck to hold on for dear life.
His lips moved along hers, tempting her, enticing her even more.
Her body trembled with need.
Had she gone into his apartment that night, she knew she wouldn’t have come home until the next morning.
Lifting her up into his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Without a word, he carried her into her bedroom.
Stopping beside her bed, he allowed her to slide down the length of him. Alana whimpered at the feeling of every inch of his hard muscles gliding against her body.
She wanted to see what he looked like beneath the clothing. Her hands were busy exploring the ridges of his abdomen when he tore his lips from hers.
“Undress,” he ordered. The deep huskiness that accompanied his words made her eyes snap up to his.
His gray eyes were dark, almost black. That look, and the commanding tone in his voice, had her panties growing even more damp.
Her hands shook as she reached down and hooked her fingers underneath the edge of her shirt. Pulling it up and over her head, she tossed it to the floor.
London’s gaze dropped to her taut nipples, straining against her bra.
The look in his eyes was downright feral.
“Keep going.”
Alana grew bolder. Kicking off her shoes, she reached for the button of her jeans and unsnapped them. Undoing the zipper, she shimmied them down her legs and kicked them off to the side.
Her heart raced at the pure hunger that consumed London’s expression.
He stood there, his arms folded in front of him. It didn’t go unnoticed that his hands were balled into fists.
Holding his gaze, she reached around and undid her bra. Next, she eased her panties down her legs.
The sound of London’s quick intake of breath made her shudder.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Closing the space between them, he reached for her.
“Nope,” Alana objected, sidestepping him. If she had to be naked, so did he. She motioned to his clothes, wanting to see if her fantasy lived up to reality. “Strip.”
“Fine.”
With a cocky grin, he pulled off his shirt. She took a moment to appreciate the well-defined ridges of his abdomen, her tongue aching to trace each of them. She made a promise to herself that later, she would do just that.
His pants were next to go, along with his shoes. His cotton boxer briefs did nothing to hide the massive erection pushing against them.
Once the briefs joined his clothes on the floor, all joking was put aside.
Alana couldn’t take her eyes off the massive cock that hung between London’s legs.
Her fantasy couldn’t live up to the real thing. London was a gorgeous specimen of a man, his cock standing proudly erect.
Her heart fluttered in anticipation of what was to come.
“Is that better?” he asked, closing the distance between them once more.
“Yes.”
Gently removing her glasses, he sat them down on the nightstand.
Alana whimpered at the feeling of his warm skin against hers. London moved his hand to the base of her neck and slid his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking up at him.
London covered her mouth with his while forcing her toward the bed. She soon found herself on her back with London hovering over her. Breaking the kiss, he braced his hands on either side of her head against the mattress.
His lips burned a fiery trail along her jawline. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing open kisses to her sensitive skin.
Her hands were on an exploration of their own. She caressed his shoulders and ran her hands down his back.
His heavy cock rested along her inner thigh. She ached to have it plunge deep inside of her.
That would come soon enough.
London continued to lick and nip her skin as he worked his way down. When his mouth closed around her nipple, she gasped.
Closing her eyes, she basked in the sensation of him rolling her nipple around with his tongue, worshiping her breast before moving to the other one.
Her back arched off the bed as heat and fire raced through her.
London continued to tease and torment her while moving farther down her body. Her fingers threaded into his thick hair as his head dipped lower on her body.
Shifting, Alana opened for him, her core clenched with need. Desire coiled in her belly for this man.
No longer was she thinking of anything else but the moment they were in.
She was going to hold on to it for as long as she could.
One night.
She would give herself to him, then deal with the consequences in the morning.
He found her clit without hesitation. Her back again arched off the bed as he licked and sucked her sensitive nub. His tongue was magical while stroking and licking all of her.
Whimpers and cries escaped Alana’s lips, as if she were possessed. She had never responded to a man like this before.
London knew all the right buttons to push. She was writhing on the bed in a heightened state of arousal.
It was as if she was having an out-of-body experience, watching herself be devoured by the sexiest man alive.
She didn’t recognize any of the sounds spilling from her lips as London drove her higher and higher to the stars.
He slid a finger inside of her.
“So fucking tight.”
Her pussy clenched tight around his digit. She was close to climaxing, and would welcome the wave of sensations.
Alana opened her mouth to speak, but the words that came out were incomprehensible.
He added another finger, stretching her even more.
He finger fucked her slowly while sucking her clit. She had never had a lover who was so intent on ensuring she was satisfied, offering such intense pleasure.
Her eyes pressed closed as the moans continued to pour from her. Her fingers gripped his hair while riding his face and hands.
“London…”
Her muscles tensed and her body shook as her orgasm hit.
As the aftershocks rippled their way through every nerve in her body, she closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.
The bed shifted as London crawled over her.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded.
When she did, they met his lust-filled ones.
Pushing her thighs wider, he gripped the base of his cock and guided it to her entrance.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of the tip pushing its way inside.
It was a snug fit, and Alana nearly panicked, remembering the size of his member.
What if he doesn’t fit?
It was a silly thought, but none of the men she had been with before were as big as London.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he slowly pushed his way inside of her.
“Oh God,” she groaned when she felt herself stretch to accommodate him.
Covering her mouth with his, she became lost in the kiss, his tongue stroking hers, engaging hers to play. Relaxing, she returned the kiss with the same fervor.
Alana forgot to breathe as he settled completely inside of her.
“Breathe, Alana,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. She inhaled sharply, then blew out through her mouth.
He withdrew slightly before thrusting forward. Her pussy grew impossibly slick while stretching to take his full girth.
“Atta girl.”