“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” Awe tinged her voice as she explored.
He could say the same about her. Her touch was like a wildfire spreading across his already overheated skin, slim fingers igniting little blazing trails wherever they touched. He waited in agony, dying to know what she was going to do next.
Her fingers traced every muscled ridge in his stomach and her nails scratched, making him shiver. “I’m not even at my peak physical condition,” he admitted, feeling like a macho show off the second the words left his mouth.
“Oh, my.” She gazed up at him, her eyes twinkling in what he could only assume was amusement. “I don’t know if I’d be able to handle you in your peak physical condition.”
“I think you could handle me anytime you wanted me.” He gripped her upper arms and hauled her to him, giving her a kiss that stole her breath and stole his, too. He wanted her to know exactly how much he needed her with that one kiss. How bad he craved her, how desperate he was to have her again.
And again and again and again.
She broke the kiss first, her fingers shoving into his chest. “Don’t move.”
He watched in agonized pleasure as she dropped to her knees, her fingers going to work on the waistband of his jeans. She undid each button slowly, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs, her touch slowly driving him insane. Finally, the buttons were all undone and she spread the fly, revealing the unmistakable strain of his cock beneath.
“This is what I thought of, what I dreamed of. Me giving you pleasure,” she whispered, her index fingers hooking around the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugging downward.
His cock sprang free, bobbing close to her mouth and she smiled, grasping the base. A groan tore through him, hurting his chest and he slumped against the wall, more than ready for her next move.
She stared at his cock with avid interest, her fingers stroking, her thumb circling the head. Leaning forward, her tongue snaked out, licking the tip of him and collecting the drop of pre-come that had gathered there.
It was incredibly sexy watching her, what they were doing, where they were at. In the dark in a crappy hotel room, the faint red glow of the neon sign outside shining through the window. The both of them still clothed, his cock thrusting out from the fly of his jeans, and Stephanie on bended knee, licking him. The appreciative glow in her eyes as she watched him made him want to soar. Made him want to beat his chest and call himself a real man.
Heady stuff. Unusually heady and so damn fast. He never felt this way about a woman. Especially one he just met.
Ever.
Her lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, drawing him into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Her tongue washed over him, slick and fast and her hand still stroked him nice and slow. Her combined moves already had his balls drawing up tight against his body, the familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine, the base of his cock.
He was gonna blow and soon. Like an inexperienced loser who had no control around a woman.
But it wasn’t his fault, it was her. Stephanie. She made him feel out of control. He never lost it with a woman, he’d always prided himself on the control he showed no matter what the situation. Out on the playing field or with the media, at public appearances, in bed with a beautiful woman.
He had a sexual pattern and he always followed it to the letter. It was all about the woman. Stroke her, both figuratively and physically, make her feel good with words and touches and she’d return the favor. Once it was over, he was done. Long-term relationships weren’t a part of his life, they never had been since he was a child.
He shook his head to stop his mind from wandering. Needing to focus on what Stephanie was doing to him versus thinking about the past.
He’d always been about the here and now. And lately his here and now sucked.
Until Stephanie had run into him and knocked him off his axis.
She sucked him deeper between her lips, her hand moving to cradle his balls in her palm. Bobbing on him, she drew him in and out of her mouth and her tongue did a quick sweep with her every stroke. Reaching down he tore the elastic from her hair and the dark strands fell all around her face. He threaded his fingers in her hair, clutching either side of her head and gently thrust inside of her mouth.
Her little murmurs of pleasure encouraged him and he fucked her mouth, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. Her lips tightened, her tongue wet and warm and teasing and when her fing
ers slipped beyond his balls to press the extra sensitive flesh there, he was done for.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, wanting to warn her. He rarely met a woman who liked to swallow.
She nodded fiercely, taking him as deep as he could go and he came with a shout, his semen spurting out of him in strong, shuddering gushes. Making his limbs heavy, making him weak as he came and came until he wanted to collapse from exhaustion.
Stephanie finally withdrew from him once his shudders decreased, her glistening lips curved in a serene smile. His hands still clutched her head and he cradled her face, staring down at her in quiet amazement.
“Did you like that?” she whispered.
His thumbs stroked her cheeks. As if she had to ask. “I fucking loved it.”
Nothing like brutal honesty as a compliment.