My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)

“Fuck…”

“I love it.”

“God,” he groans.

I can feel his upper body shake with building tension, and his dick throbs once as if it’s desperate for release.

“It’s…been…a while,” he groans, his eyes squeezed shut. I cup his scratchy cheek and wrap my hand around his shoulder.

“Me too… I just want to feel you.”

As

he feathers kisses over my temple, I arch my back, lifting my hips and shimmying as my fingers fumble blindly at his abs, reaching lower till my hand covers his bulge. Barrett’s breath catches.

I rub him, pressing my palm against his hard length as my fingers find the soft swell of his balls below.

The sound he makes is guttural and wasted.

“Oh God….” Even through his pants, I can feel the outline of his head…the firm ridge of its rim. I rub along his swollen shaft. God, he’s big. Long and thick and…God. My pussy clenches as I brush against his balls.

“Don’t,” he grits.

I draw my hand back, stung. But I can see him in the shadow of the lamplight. See how big he is, how hard he is. He’s here with me. He’s hard for me. I thought I couldn’t do this…after. Couldn’t let my guard down—but I have.

My excitement turns to frenzy, so intense I can’t think straight. Since shifted his hips so I can’t touch him with my hands, I bring my leg up so my knee pushes against him there. Heaven help me, I can feel his shaft twitch, feel his balls sway.

I groan and his eyes flip open, dazed and burning. “Gwen.”

I move my leg against him and my center throbs, just from the feel of him through his jeans.

I reach down for him again. Before my hungry fingers make their mark, he grabs my wrists, stretching my arms above my head and urging me back down onto the cushion. For a long second, his gaze captures mine. I can see the indecision in his.

I grip his shoulder.

“Barrett—”

“Fuck...”

I feel his body shudder. His eyes shut. His breathing picks up. “Gwen, I need…”

“Me too,” I whisper.

He runs his hand under my shirt and thumbs my nipple through my bra.

I groan, hips rolling. “Please…”

He slips his hand beneath my bra and cups my breast. I feel his hips against my leg, his cock against my thigh.

“Your skin… So soft.” He moves against me, and I can feel every long inch of him.

I rub my thigh against him, laughing from adrenaline. “You’re not.”

He leans down over me and bites me through my shirt.

His hand strokes my lower belly as his lips pull one of my nipples into his mouth. As I start to pant and his hand comes to cup me through my leggings, his eyes darken.

“You’re beautiful. You want this.”