“Oh, yes,” I whisper and grind my crotch against him, wanting some friction.
He growls and tosses me onto my back, surging over my body and working my jeans until they’re undone. Then he moves off the bed, pulls my boots off and yanks my pants clean off in one jerk.
I gasp.
I’m only in my panties, but he doesn’t leave those for long. He curls his fingers at my hips and peels them off too.
Then he’s standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes taking in my naked form. I pull up a knee and run the bottom of my foot along the comforter, enticing him to hurry as his hands move to undo his belt and jeans. He kicks off his boots, pulls off his socks, and strips out of his jeans and black boxer briefs.
His erection springs forward, long and hard, and I can’t peel my eyes away, and when he grabs himself at the root and strokes upward, twisting at the tip, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I suddenly want to watch this man jack himself off, but not now. Now I want that inside me.
Sly stands a moment to give me a show and a small smile forms on his gorgeous mouth at my reaction. I undulate on the bed, the cool satiny fabric slippery beneath me. He’s enjoying this, enjoying me—all stretched out on his bed, my nerves keyed-up to a breaking point—dying for his hands on me, needing it with every fiber of my being.
Oh, why is he making me wait? And then I know—to drag this out, to amp up the desire. This is all part of the foreplay, and oh God, is it working.
He puts a knee to the bed and I melt.
“See something you want, angel?”
I nod and lift a hand out to him.
Sly crawls over me, his hot naked body coming down on mine, skin to hot skin, and I want to crawl inside him. Wrapping my arms around him, I stroke my fingertips up and down his back until he’s moaning. When I fold one of my legs over his, he growls and then grabs the back of my knee with his palm and pushes himself up, spreading me wide.
Settling between my thighs, Sly fits like he’s always belonged there, like I finally found my missing piece.
I moan while devouring his mouth with my kisses. I can’t get enough.
He doesn’t give me much time with his lips on mine, because a moment later, he’s sliding down my body and spreading me wide with his shoulders.
At the first stroke of Sly’s thumb over my pussy, my hips are lifting off the bed. It’s just a barely-there touch, and yet it’s electrifying. All my nerve endings are on heightened awareness.
I look down my body to watch him. He’s giving my pussy all his attention, watching his own hand as he strokes. Then his gaze lifts to mine, and he dips his head to stroke me with his tongue.
My eyes drift shut and my head tilts back when he rolls my pussy lips with both thumbs, again and again, seeking out and finding my clit with his tongue.
My hands fist in the fabric of the comforter and my hips lift off the bed, following his mouth, wanting more.
He gives it to me, one long stroke of his tongue after another. He pins my hips down to keep me on the bed, stroking me with his tongue at his leisure until it’s not enough and I’m begging.
“Please, Sly.”
He dips two fingers to my opening and thrusts inside, making me gasp. Those long digits seek out and find my trigger spot and I moan. Then he rotates little massaging circles around it, pressing upward, and soon I’m panting with need.
“Oh, God … Sly.”
“Like that, kitten?”
“Yes, yes.”
He adds his thumb to the mix, brushing my clit over and over, then slides up my torso to suck hard on my nipple while he keeps at me with his hand, and when he bites down, I explode in orgasm.
He works me slowly and softly down until he’s wrenched every last flutter from me. I’m gasping for air, my breasts rising and falling.
He presses kisses up my trembling belly to lave both nipples, sucking and nibbling until they’re both engorged red buds, super sensitive to every brush of his mouth and beard. It’s so delicious and I don’t want him to let up.
“These are going to be tender tomorrow,” he warns with a devilish grin. “I want them that way. I want you to go braless and think of me every time your shirt rubs against them.”
I feel another rush of response at his dirty words. I’m tempted to do it.
“Think I’m kiddin’?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No ma’am. Not lettin’ you leave here with that bra.” He grins.
Oh, God, this boy is trouble. I’m not sure there’s anything he could ask that I would refuse right now.
He stretches over my body, reaching for the nightstand, and digs a condom out of the drawer. I turn my head to watch.
“Handy,” I tease him.
He grins and rises up on his knees, then tears the foil open with his teeth and rolls it on his erection. He gave me relief, but I see he’s still in need.
Grabbing my legs, Sly hauls me to him, and I’m speared by his deep thrust.
Holy fuck. He fills me so completely as his face tenses with his reaction.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re so tight; you fit me like a glove.” I’m soaking wet and he slides easily in and out, picking up speed until our bodies are slapping together. He strokes me with his thumb until I’m jerking against him in reaction, climbing that mountain again.
“I want to watch your face as you come around my dick, kitten. I want to feel that pussy clench down tight on me like a fucking fist.”
I give it to him, unable to keep my body from responding to his demands as I slide over that crest, and it’s so fucking good—so, so good.
“That’s my girl.” Sly’s words hiss as he pounds into me and then goes stock-still when he comes long and hard, his face a mask of erotic nirvana.
He collapses down on me, both our bodies slick with sweat, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He presses soft, sweet kisses along my shoulder between heavy breaths. I love the feel of his beard against my skin. I want it everywhere, all over me. I want to lay here and let him trail his mouth on every inch of my bare flesh.
I grin, and then giggle at the thought.
He pulls back and stares down at me. “What?”
I shake my head. “I’m just happy.”
He grins and quirks a brow. “I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl. Wait here.” He stands and goes into the bathroom to deal with the condom.
When he returns, he starts kissing me again, and then moves on to give my breasts more attention. He’s right, they’re super sensitive and I know I’ll feel them tomorrow in a deliciously aching way, remembering every moment with him.
I arch my back and he lifts his head and grins, pleased that I like his obsession with my nipples as much as he does. He reaches up and pinches them both, and I almost orgasm just from that alone. I moan and tip my head back.
“You like that, angel? You like that nip of pain?”
I nod, unable to speak.
“I’ll remember that next time.”
I drop my head and meet his eyes. “Will there be a next time?”
He nods. “Oh, yeah. There’s gonna be a next time, and a time after that, and a time after that. I got my hooks in you now, girl. Not lettin’ you go so easy.”
He strokes his palms gently over my body, sensitizing me to his every touch as he murmurs in a low, sexy voice. “You were made for sex. You were made for a man to touch you, to worship you, and fill you up until you can take no more.”