Meeting his gaze, she sucked her finger into her mouth and tasted him.
“You taste good.”
“Fuck, Sylvia. I’m holding on by a thread.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she teased, and slid out of her jeans in a teasing dance.
The slow strip had Eric’s tongue slipping from his lips as he moistened them. She smirked and turned her back to him. Her top was next followed by her bra.
With a lusty glance over her shoulder, he quickly removed his clothes and then he was on her.
Her hands were raised above her head; he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass toward him.
“God, babe. I need you, and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to wait.”
She wiggled her ass. “Then don’t. I’m wet and ready for you, Eric. I have been for months,” she admitted, and gasped when she felt the presence of him at her back. His dick jerked as he pressed against her.
“Not here. I’m too tall to take you from behind while standing up.”
He flipped her around and sealed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went with him when he wrapped her up in his arms. A few steps later, he dropped to the sofa and adjusted her so that she straddled him.
The precum leaking from him made her weak, and she was glad to already be sitting down. When she met his passion filled green eyes, her whole body nearly ignited. When his gaze moved down to her large breasts and his hands came up to rub her tight nipples, her back arched as she cried out in pleasure.
He overwhelmed her system, and as her arousal started to coat his thighs, she rose above him, and helped guide his swollen length inside her snug channel.
Eric slid his hands up her thighs as she seated herself fully on him, and threw her head back in pleasure. Fireworks started to explode inside her belly. His grip firm on her hips, he rocked her and her body broke out in goose bumps. She was so wet that he slid in and out with ease.
As she started moving without his help, Eric cupped the weight of her breasts in his palms. His thumbs grazed her protruding nipples and sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core.
“I love these.” He squeezed her boobs. She’d always been self-conscious with the size of her breasts compared to the rest of her. But Eric treated them like he was never going to let go. “I’ve dreamt about fucking them.”
Sylvia groaned, and ground down on him as she neared the bliss of completion.
Eric crushed her against him as he took her mouth in a carnal kiss filled with so much passion her vaginal walls clamped around him.
The orgasm took her as her core rippled over and over again in so much bliss that she vaguely heard Eric shout out. His climax was felt in her channel as he thickened and started to release inside her.
Seeing his nipples so hard, she reached out and rubbed. Eric rewarded her with a growl while his cock twitched inside her. His eyes never left her while he came, and that gave her the afterglow to lean forward and collapse onto his chest.
She felt his hesitation before his arms came up and wrapped around her. His hand slid up to the nape of her neck where he massaged the sensitive skin.
While his breathing was uneven and he held her close, she’d felt that his first thought had been to push her away. She knew, and always had, that Eric wasn’t the settling kind of guy. He seemed happy in the single guy life, which is one of the reasons why she hadn’t tried to seek him out.
But what now?
The arms around her held tight as he gently caressed her skin with his fingertips—arousing her all over again.
But because of his slight hesitation before, she didn’t want to lift her head in case he looked at her with indifference now that they’d fucked.
Even though she wanted to call it hot sex, she knew deep in her heart that he’d fucked her. Because that’s all he’d allow himself to do or think.
A light caress over her bottom made her squirm in his lap, her lust for the man far from sated regardless of the amazing orgasm he’d just given her. She felt him start to harden. He’d never really shrunk.
“I’m still fucking hard,” Eric stated the obvious, not sounding too happy about the fact.
Worrying her bottom lip, Sylvia lifted her head and finally met Eric’s gaze. “What now?”
“We talk.” He secured her to him, and got to his feet.