“You’re not wearing underwear,” she gasped against his mouth and he smiled.
“I came prepared?” His brows lifted and the smile turned into a smirk.
Oh, he was a devil. A wicked, sexy devil who wanted what he wanted and nothing else much mattered. She quickly undid the button of his jeans, slid down the zipper. His hot, heavy cock fell into her hand and she squeezed him at the base with her fingers. Heard his strangled groan and she looked up at him, met his gaze. Saw all the heat and want sparkle in their light-brown depths.
He thrust against her hand and she loosened her grip, let him slide between her fingers, back and forth like they were teenagers in the back seat of his mom’s car. His eyes fluttered shut briefly, his jaw tensed and he shook his head once. “If we keep that up I’m going to come all over your fingers.”
Her entire body tingled at the image his words provoked. Could imagine herself stroking him into orgasm with a firm tight grip, watching breathlessly as he shot long white streams of semen all over her clutched hand.
Eric cupped her cheek, drawing her attention. “I’d much rather come inside you.”
Okay, that image was even better. Leaning up, she licked his neck, the taste of his salty masculine skin dissolving on her tongue. He shuddered, she felt it move through him and he reached for her shirt. Tugged on the hem, pulled it up over her breasts and she helped tear it off. Their hands were everywhere at once, removing clothing, bumping into each other and she laughed. He chuckled, the sound dying when he reached for the front clasp of her bra and flicked it undone. The cups fell away from her breasts, revealing her completely to him and his eyes widened as they met hers.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and she wanted to smile. He made her feel beautiful. The way he looked at her reverently, as if he was enthralled. Carefully, with trembling fingers he helped her take off her black pants until she lay beneath him in her simple yellow cotton panties, her bra hanging off her arms.
He kissed her again, almost desperately and she felt as desperate as his kiss. Moving down her body, his lips traveled over her exposed skin. Her neck, her shoulders, her chest, wet, open-mouthed kisses all over her breasts before his lips closed over one nipple and sucked it into the warm wetness of his mouth. She held him close, opened her eyes and watched as his head bent over her. Smiled when he shot her a particularly wicked grin before his lips engulfed her other nipple.
The tug of his mouth tugged something deep within her. She closed her eyes and clutched his head to her, absorbed in the sensation of his lips, his tongue lashing at her turgid flesh. His mouth wandered south, trailing wet kisses all over her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel. She twitched, a little squeal emitting from her and he laughed.
“Ticklish?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she murmured, another little jolt moving through her when his big hands rested on the inside of her thighs and spread her wide. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” He kissed her, his lips pressed dead center atop her damp panties and she released a shuddering breath. His index finger played with the elastic leg of her underwear, slipping beneath to touch her aching flesh. Her breath lodged in her throat as he teased her. His fingers tangled in the scant pubic hair that grew there before tracing the seam of her lower lips, dipping just between them to test her wetness and she knew she was soaked. Maybe she should be embarrassed, but she didn’t care.
She just wanted more.
He pushed the crotch of her panties aside and dipped his head, licking her. Ran his flat tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top and she cried out at the sensation. She had one other boyfriend who’d always been enthusiastic about going down on her but Keith? Not even close. He’d done it not even a handful of times. Always avoided it like the plague though he never turned down a blow job.
This, though. Considering he hadn’t much experience with women, Eric certainly had a talented tongue. A tongue that made her lift her hips up in hopes of more.
And he gave her plenty more.
She panted. She squirmed. She whimpered as he continued his gentle assault. Licking and sucking her swollen clit, sliding two fingers deep inside her, they pumped a slow rhythm and she moved with them. All of it was too much, not enough and damn it she was going to come and she wasn’t even ready for it yet.
Oh, and it was going to be good. Man-made and delicious, far, far better than what she could give herself with her fingers or a vibrator. His long fingers and tongue, his lips, the palm of his hand branding the inside of her thigh as he held her wide, it all drove her crazy. Her panties were completely stretched out, she felt them rest against the crease where her thigh met her torso and God, yes here it came. Or rather, she was going to come.
Crying out his name, she arched against his mouth, the shudders washing over her in one rampant gush of sensation. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm and his lips gentled on her, his fingers slipped from her pussy until she finally collapsed onto the couch in a weak heap of exhaustion.
“Baby, that was amazing.” Eric kissed his way up her body until their mouths met and she could taste herself. Didn’t even hesitate when he thrust his tongue inside her mouth and searched it thoroughly, hell it turned her on. Made her squirm against him when she felt the thrust of his cock against her belly.
Somehow, like magic, he finagled a condom and slipped it on. Poising just at the entrance of her pussy for the briefest moment, he stared at her, his gaze intent. He propped all his weight on his arms, his biceps bulging, and she smoothed her hands along his shoulders, down his arms. Marveled at his strength, at his beautiful body.
He was going to be inside her. The moment had finally come, and she couldn’t believe it. Would she be able to recover once she had him? Or would she alw
ays feel this way? Needy and wanton and so damn eager?
It almost scared her to even think about it.
“Watch,” he whispered and slowly, so slow it took her breath away, he entered her. And she watched, just as he commanded, stared down the length of her body and saw his glistening cock withdraw from her almost all the way before he surged back in.
It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. They were connected, their bodies melded together and heaven help her, but it meant something. No matter how much she told herself this was nothing, a fling, meaningless, she was wrong. It wasn’t meaningless. She hardly knew him and yet she felt more in tune with him than any other man she’d ever been with before in her life.
He took his time, was leisurely with his movements and it drove her crazy. She wanted more. She wanted fast and hard and deep. She wanted out of control and moans and groans and demands for more. She wanted what she’d never experienced before.
She wanted true, out of control passion. Frenzied lust.
“Harder,” she murmured and he looked at her, seemingly surprised at her request. She pressed her hands against his firm buttocks, sending him further inside her body and his lids fluttered shut as he gave her what she wanted.