Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the predatory glow in his gaze, the way his eyes wandered over her face, drinking in her every feature. She wrapped her arms around him, one hand clasping the back of his neck, the other sliding down his back. Marveling at his smooth, hot skin, the way he felt rubbing against her. Hard upon soft, deliciously hairy where she was smooth. Time hung suspended as they stared at each other, her breath stalled in her throat and she pressed ever so gently against his nape.
He attacked her. Devoured her with his mouth, licked at her with his tongue and his hands were everywhere all at once. The urgent press of his cock against her belly drove her on and she whimpered with need, yelping when he pinched her nipple so hard it hurt.
“You like that?” Bending down, he lapped at her still smarting nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Or did I hurt you?”
“I…liked it.” With a wicked smile he did it again, tweaking her nipple between his index finger and thumb, the pain his touch produced an exquisite sort of torture she’d never experienced before.
Oh, it felt good. Too good. He knew exactly what she wanted, which was scary. He stroked her, kissed her all over her body, his mouth and hands lingering on all of her extra sensitive spots. Raining kisses on her belly, he dipped his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. She surged against him, moaning when he stroked her slit carefully with his finger.
“Evan.” She was so wet she could hear how creamy she was between her thighs as he searched her folds. He slid one finger inside her, then another, pumping in and out, slow and steady.
Driving her out of her freaking mind.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, pushing his fingers as deep as they would go. She arched into his hand, grinding herself against his palm and he slipped lower, replacing his hand with his mouth.
His glorious, skilled, unbelievably good mouth.
A choked scream escaped her and she curled her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. He licked her, searching every nook and cranny, a single finger returning to thrust deep. She loved it, loved how he fucked her with his thick finger while sucking her clit. God, she was going to come, she just knew it. It was going to happen, barreling down upon her with no hesitation and she held her breath. Held her body tight, waiting for that one magical moment…
And she fell over the edge, her body consumed with shivers, her inner muscles clutching and releasing around his finger as her climax took her far beyond anything she’d experienced with her vibrator.
There was no replacing the hard, hot flesh of a real live man. No matter how many vibrating levels her toy had, it just wasn’t the same…
“You look far too pleased with yourself.”
His rumbling deep voice brought her out of her orgasm-induced haze and she smiled at him, lifting a weak hand so she could stroke his hair. He lay between her thighs, his mouth quirked in the smallest of smiles, his eyes lit with unrestrained desire. Moving up, he rested his elbows on either side of her head, pressing his mouth to hers, his cock nudging against her hip.
“I’m very pleased,” she murmured after breaking the kiss. “And I think it’s your turn to be pleased.”
“If you’re lucky, I have a feeling you’ll be—pleased again. And very soon.”
“Oooh, if I’m lucky, huh?” She liked a man with cocky confidence in bed. There was no doubt in her mind Evan could deliver.
“I think you’re about to become very lucky indeed.” He kissed her again, his tongue deep in her mouth, his big hands wrapped tight around her hips. She wiggled against him, her body responding immediately to his touch.
She couldn’t wait to get lucky again.
Evan withdrew from Morgan so she could move, watching with anticipation as she rolled over and reached for the bedside table drawer. She was looking for a condom, doing the right thing and yeah, that was great but all he could think about was the amazing view he was being offered.
Morgan lying on her stomach, her delectable ass perched and ready for him. This was the first time he was actually going to get inside her and he knew it was only the proper thing to do it the old fashioned way, face-to-face.
But admiring her ass, he knew it would be fucking unbelievable to take her from behind. Watching as he sunk his cock inside her, sliding in and out and glistening from her juices, he’d wrap his arm around her and touch her clit. Her entire body would quiver, she’d toss back her head, her hair spilling across her shoulders as she shuddered around him and moaned his name…
He broke out in a sweat just thinking about it. Hell, his cock dribbled pre-come in anticipation. Without thought he grabbed her, wrapped his hands around her slender waist and dragged her on her knees toward him.
“What are you doing? Oh.” She gasped when he grasped hold of his cock and dragged it between her lush cheeks. She trembled, a murmur of undeniable approval escaped her.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered. And she was. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal, she shifted her knees, spreading a little for him and he caught a glimpse of creamy pink flesh, open and ready for him. “Give me the condom.”
Bearing her weight on one hand, she turned and handed him the little foil packet, watching him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen and damp from his. Her hair was a tumbled mess, and she had that I-just-came look that beautiful women wore so well.
He wanted to put that look on her face again, times two. Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled the condom on, his fingers shaking in the process.
Damn. She was really doing a number on him.
“Tell me no if you don’t want this,” he murmured, his hands pulling on her waist once more, positioning her perfectly. “You’re just so damn hard to resist.”
“N-no.” She shook her head and he paused, his hands dropping from her waist. Disappointment crashed through him. Was she outright rejecting him? Or just rejecting him taking her from behind?