What the Heart Knows

“God, yes.”

“Not here.” He moved away and held out hand to help her off the couch. “When I make love to you for the first time it’s going to be in my own bed.”

“And that’s what we’re going to do? Make love?” she asked. Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face carefully. They’d never really spoken in depth about their emotions.

“Would you rather I fuck you?” The crude word made her eyes shine with lust.

“I’d rather you do both. You did promise me everything on my list.”

He growled low in his throat, wrapped an arm around her hips, and pulled her body flush against his.

“Don’t tempt me, Juniper. You’ll find yourself ass up in my bed, begging for mercy.”

The words made her lick her suddenly dry lips. The thought of him pounding into her from behind while she held on to the bed for dear life made her pussy flutter. This was what she’d been dreaming about since that night up against the wall at Cupa.

“Interesting, I think you might like that,” he said.

She met his gaze and nodded, unable to break the intense connection as one his hands stroked up her back.

His warm hand cupped the back of her neck and he pulled her closer. She melted against him as he walked backwards, never breaking their lip lock. She was a quivering mass of need by the time they reached the bedroom. When her knees hit the edge of the bed, she allowed herself to fall back. She propped up on her elbows, tense as she anticipated his next move. She watched the fingers that had brought her so much pleasure just moments before unbutton his jeans and lower his zipper. She sat up and licked her lips as his cock sprang free. He was thick, about eight inches long, with a prominent vein that ran down the side. Pre-cum leaked from the swollen red tip.

“Can I taste you?” she asked. Her gaze fixed on the milky white drop that threatened to fall.

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

She bent down and licked the pearl-colored liquid. It was brackish with a hint of musk that belonged to Oliver. Her tongue darted out to explore his slit and cum flowed freely.

“God, Juni.”

She moaned when his hips bucked, and he buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. Her throat relaxed as she licked, sucked and stroked him to a trembling mess of man. The control he’d relinquished was heady and she found herself approaching her own climax right along with him.

“Stop, baby, stop!”

He pulled free and she frowned, licking her lips. “I wasn’t done.”

“Unless you want me to come, you are.”

His hands were gentle as he pushed her back onto the bed. Oliver followed suit once he’d kicked his pants and boxers away. He eased two fingers inside her and stirred. Her hands fisted into the bed sheets as she sought more friction.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Do you have a condom?”

“I bought some, especially for you.” He leaned over her body and opened the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. He tore the top off the silver square with ease, and rolled it down his shaft before he settled in between her legs. He teased her with his thick head, easing in and out until she was desperate for real penetration.

“Oliver.”

“What do you want, baby?”

“More.”

She cried out as he thrust in to the hilt.

“Yes!” She’d never felt so full in her entire life.

“You feel so good baby.” His strokes were slow and steady, and when his thumb circles her clitoris she came apart beneath him.

“I think this pussy was made just for me.”