Everything for Her (For Her 1)

“Can’t what, baby? Show you how sorry I am? You can’t blame a man for trying to make his woman happy.” He rubs himself against me, his hard cock moving against my pussy, making me moan.

“Your woman?” I question, liking the sound of that. I’ve already told someone he was my boyfriend, but hearing him say it makes it sound official. He did try to introduce me to his mother, so that should count for something, right?

“You feel that?” He drags his cock against me a little, the firm pressure hitting my clit perfectly as the hand on my breast fingers my nipple. “That’s yours. You’re all he wants. Since the very moment I laid eyes on you, he’s been yours. So I think it’s only fair you’re mine, too.”

“Oh, God!” I cry out, and I don’t know if it’s from the pleasure of his words or what he’s doing to my body. His scent surrounds me, and I’m dizzy with lust. His warm fragrance invades my lungs and marries perfectly with his weight on top of me.

“I could get off listening to the sounds you make when I touch you.” Oz moves his hips faster, and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him closer. I’m so close, but I want to have him skin on skin. There are entirely too many clothes between us.

“Oz, please.” I go for his shirt, trying to attack the buttons, but he releases me, grabbing both my hands and pinning them over my head.

“You don’t have to beg, baby. I’m going to give you what you need and make you come, but the clothes stay on. I don’t trust myself not to take you.”

“Yes, take me.” I jerk my hips against him, trying to encourage him to do that. I’m so far gone I don’t know what’s coming out of my mouth. I have this ache I need him to satisfy.

I’m moving my hips as much as I can, but his body has me locked where he wants me. My whole body is buzzing. My pussy clenches, and the ache that begs to be eased by him intensifies. I’ve never felt anything like this before. So needy for something that I’ve never even had.

He moans, and his face looks almost pained now.

“You have no idea how much I want you, but I want this to be right. When I take you for the first time, I don’t want to think about us having a time limit. The first time I slip inside of you, I’m going to have all the time in the world to show you how perfect we are together.”

His words make my heart flutter. God, can he really be this freaking wonderful?

His mouth takes mine, and I have no choice but to surrender myself to him, letting him give me what he said he would. With my hands pinned above my head, he thrusts back and forth, mimicking sex. His hard cock dragging against my clit has me tensing and ready to explode. His tongue matches the sex strokes his body is making against me as I moan into his mouth. The sound seems to work him up even more because his movements become faster and almost desperate.

All the sensations combine, and I have no choice but to go over the edge. My whole body jerks against him as he releases my mouth and I cry out into the room. Unexplainable sensations flow through me as he pinches my nipple and grinds against my clit.

When I come down from my high, my eyes fall closed and I lie there, enjoying the tingling that has taken over my whole body. Every part of me is sensitive to even the lightest touch.

He releases my breast and slides his hand down my body, stopping over my underwear. He slips one finger under my panties, gliding it across my clit. The touch makes me jerk, and my eyes fly open. I’m still too sensitive, even for his gentle petting.

His eyes are on me as he pulls his hand out, bringing the one finger to his mouth like he had before to have a taste of me. I blush even after all we did.

“I could wake you up every morning like this.”

“I might let you, even at 5 a.m.”

“Sorry, baby. I was excited and couldn’t sleep. We didn’t say what time we’d do breakfast today.”

What can I say to that? He said sorry, and he was so excited to see me he came over as soon as he could. I can’t even be mad at him anymore. Especially after the orgasm.

I want him to feel the same way I do right now—relaxed and happy.

“I want to make you come.” I jerk my hands, which he still has pinned above my head.

“Already did.” He kisses me on the lips before springing from the bed.