A whining noise makes us both freeze.
At the same time, we turn to peer over the side of the bed. Otis sits there, stubby tail quivering. Then Easton and I look back at each other. A giggle slips from my mouth. His lips quirk.
He looks back at Otis. “Go lie down, Otis.” He waves a hand. “Lie down. Good boy.”
Otis sadly pads over to the rug in front of the mirror.
“Mood killer?” Easton asks.
“No.” I bite my lip on a smile, then bend to kiss his mouth, touching his face, letting my fingertips rasp over his beard stubble. I shift off him and kneel next to him to work his belt and his fly open.
His body vibrates beneath my hands and he mutters, “Christ, Jesus, yes.”
I pull out his cock and it’s alive in my hand, pulsing, soft delicate skin over steel, hot and oh so beautiful. I brush my thumb over the glistening tip, sweep my hair behind my shoulder, and slowly lower my head. Easton drops his own head to the bed as my lips graze over him, and he groans.
I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft and lick up and down, then trace my tongue over the firm, sculpted head. My pussy is aching, weeping. Then I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue, tightening my lips around him. His hips jerk.
“I want to touch you. So beautiful.” He reaches out and cups one of my breasts, its fullness filling his palm, his other hand caressing my back, then my arm from my shoulder to my hand. I shiver with pleasure at his slow, sensual touches.
“Need the pants off,” he growls, and we both push his pants and underwear farther down his legs and off, along with his socks. I resume my position to suck him more, eager for more of his clean male taste and the feel of him in my mouth, so strong and thick. His hand finds my ass, still in my flannel PJ bottoms (I can’t believe I’m wearing such awful clothes!) and rubs over it.
I rise back up onto my knees and he pulls down my pajama pants and panties slowly, caressing my skin as he does so, leaving wakes of shivers behind his fingers. He pauses to study my pierced belly button, then the triangle of hair on my mound, then he kisses my stomach. Then he wraps his arms around me and spins me onto my back.
I give a breathless laugh and gaze up at him. His shirt hangs open, and I reach to push it back and off his shoulders. He has to pause to remove the cuff links at his wrists, which he tosses onto the nightstand, then he tugs the sleeves and it too disappears, and now we’re both completely, gloriously naked. It’s my turn to admire him above me—his lean torso, wide shoulders, and rippling muscles—as he moves between my legs. I study the tattoo on his left upper chest—what looks like a hockey team logo, a triangle with two crossed sticks and the word “Warriors.”
“Oh yes…” My body quivers in anticipation of his touch there, and when his lips meet sensitive skin, a hard shudder wracks me. “Oh God!”
He’s still moving leisurely, his lips soft on my lower lips, his tongue sliding over my flesh. I bend my leg up and rest my foot on his back, throwing one arm up over my head and sliding my other hand into his thick, silky hair. Pleasure whips through me, every nerve ending burning. My body undulates as he licks and sucks and flicks his tongue over my clit, and I push my hand behind my head to hold it up to watch him.
So beautiful. His eyes closed, thick eyelashes on his cheeks, his mouth working magic, it’s almost unbearable. Throbbing sensations rocket through me. Then his eyes fly open and he’s staring right into mine with a blazing intensity. My heart clutches, then races. I almost can’t breathe. “I want you inside me,” I whisper. “Please. I need it.”
It’s been a long time and I can’t stand the sharp pinch of desire inside me.
He moves up over me and kisses my mouth, leaving my own taste on my lips. Then it’s my turn to flip him, although I can do it only because he lets me. With a carnal smile on his face, he grips my hips so I’m straddling him but holds me over him. “We need a condom, gorgeous.”
I bite my lip, impatience straining inside me. “Right. Right. In the drawer.” I gesture and he throws an arm out to yank open the nightstand drawer. I lean over and rummage around, emerging with a small packet. Do I do it for him? Give it to him? Beset with uncertainty, I hesitate.
His smile still sensual, his eyes warm, he plucks it from me, tears it open, and I shift to watch him expertly don it. Holy hell, that is so fucking sexy, I think I’m dying. His hands are big, his cock is enormous, his balls are full and taut, and I’m destroyed.
“Okay,” he murmurs, reaching for me again. “Come here. I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Yessssss.”
He grips his cock and finds my entrance. I’m shaking, flaming, and I lean forward and reach for the iron headboard and curl my fingers around it. He lifts his head to suck my nipples again as his cock fills me. It’s too much, but not enough. I need more…deeper. There. I lower myself onto him and he’s so deep inside me it almost hurts. And it’s still not enough. “Fuck me,” I beg him.
His hands slide down my back and curve around my ass cheeks. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he groans, squeezing my butt. “Christ, you feel good. Amazing.”
I let go of the headboard and fall on top of him, finding his mouth with mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. I want him everywhere, kissing my mouth, fucking my pussy.
His hand on the back of my thigh pulls my leg higher against his side as he pumps his hips up, fucking up into me. I push up onto straight arms and match his rhythm, staring into his eyes, then rise the rest of the way to kneel. Our hands join, fingers clasping each other tightly as I bounce up and down on him, then I lean back. My hair falls behind me. He runs his palm over my abdomen, watching where we’re joined.
“Beautiful,” he rasps. “Holy shit, that’s hot…my cock sliding in and out of that sweet, tight pussy.” He holds my hips and lifts me up and down on his cock, then he jackknifes up to sit, so easily, his abs contracting. I clasp his face, we kiss again, then he falls onto his back and lifts me off him. His strength is impressive…exciting.
Our eyes still connected, I turn over onto my back, holding my hair behind my head, and I smile at him. I’ve never felt so confident during sex, so unconstrained. He’s athletic and strong, and the way he looks at me makes me feel desirable. Powerful.
He kneels between my legs, kisses me slowly over my stomach, my nipples, then my mouth, slow, clinging, erotic kisses. I reach between us for his cock, rub it over my wet pussy, then guide him back inside. He kisses the side of my neck as he moves, thrusting in, gliding out, fucking me with dirty sweetness. His cock sliding over nerve endings inside me has sensations mingling with the feel of him rubbing on my clit. Pleasure grows inside me, swelling big and hot, coiling tight. I slide my hands from his head down his sleek back to his amazing ass, so firmly muscled, feeling it flex as he fucks me. He plants his fist into the bed and drives into me harder. “I’m so close…” I gasp. “I just need…” I find my clit with my fingertips and in seconds that coiling heat twists up into a sharp, exquisite point that shatters and detonates splinters of heat through my body.