An Instant Connection (Insta-Spark)

I groaned as she wrapped her hand around me, shaking her head.

“I want to.”

Then her mouth was on me.

My head fell back against the wall with a dull thud. Warm, wet, and teasing. Whistling was only one of her wicked mouth’s talents. Her tongue ran along my shaft, swirling around the heavy head, making me hiss in pleasure. I wove my hand into her hair and cupped the back of her head, my fingers moving restlessly on her scalp. She gripped my ass, pressing on my skin to draw me deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Mandy, sweetheart, you can’t… I can’t…”

Pleasure racked my body. My legs began to shake. When she sucked my balls into her mouth, rolling them around, teasing them with her tongue, before cupping them and sliding my cock back into her warmth, I shouted her name.

I pushed on her shoulders, forcing her back. I bent low and lifted her under her arms, and tossed her on the bed.

She smiled at me mischievously. “You didn’t like that?”

“I fucking loved your mouth on me. But I want to be inside you.”

She ran a finger over her lips. “Next time, then.”

I groaned at her actions. She was sexy.

“You have way too many clothes on.”

She stretched her arms out. “You want to do something about that?”

In seconds, I had her clothes peeled off, leaving her in wisps of racy red lace.

“Jesus, Mandy. You’re stunning.”

She smiled and drew up her legs, tugging the lace down her shapely calves. I fit my hands around her knees, caressing the silky-smooth skin. With a flick of her wrist, her breasts were bare, the nipples hard. Teasingly, I ran my fingers over them, watching her shiver in anticipation.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

I tugged on her knees, and gently pushed open her legs. “Then show me.”

Her pussy was wet, glistening, and beckoning me.

I didn’t refuse the invitation.

I eased between her thighs, hovering over her naked, inviting body. Lowering my face to hers, I kissed her deeply. Our chests touched, her soft, warm breasts pressing into the hard angles of my body.

I explored her inch by inch, taking my time, ignoring the fiery need to claim her—to bury myself inside her and possess her wholly. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. Not simply a physical need, but an emotional one as well. I wanted every single part of her.

Her neck was so delicate under my tongue. Her nipples small points of pleasure that made her gasp when I drew them into my mouth. Every inch of her was delectable, and I wanted to feast on her for hours. Sliding my fingers through her wetness, she cried out my name, coming fast when I sucked at her swollen clit, flicking it with my tongue.

I rose on my heels to stare down at her. Her dark hair spilled across her pillow like a wave. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving as she reached for me.

“Condom,” I groaned. “I need a condom.”

“Where?” She gasped.

“Drawer. Beside you.”

Blindly, she reached into the drawer, finding one and handing it to me with a grin. I ignored the flash of jealousy that this scenario had occurred before. That she had handed another man a condom with that smile on her face. The past was the past. From now on, it would only be me inside her. I was determined it be that way.

I rolled on the latex, bracing myself above her.