Always You (Adair Family 3)

“Fine.” I kissed her, hard. “But turnabout is fair play.”

“I look forward to it,” she promised.

And that was how I found myself being tortured. Lying spread out for her on her bed like an offering. Don’t get me wrong—I enjoyed her lips and tongue and soft hands—but the woman had more patience than a saint, and she was tormenting me with her slow pace.

“Arro, come on,” I growled, curling my hands into restless fists to stop from touching her.

Having mercy, her hot mouth engulfed my cock, and I let out a satisfied grunt as she sucked it. Hard.

Holding Arro’s stunning blue gaze while her lips wrapped around my cock was too much. I’d never cared more; I’d never been so thrilled to have a woman’s mouth on me. Her slow ministrations had already built me toward the breaking point, and now this …

“I’m going to come,” I warned her in harsh pants.

She released me and despair would have flooded me, but seconds later, I was sheathed in her tight heat.

Her hair spilled across her shoulders, tangling over her beautiful tits, her stomach flexing as she rode me.

Had a man ever experienced anything better than this? Somehow I doubted it.

“Can I touch you now?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushed.

I gripped her hips in my hands and thrust up into her.

“Ahh!” Arro fell over me, pressing her hands to my shoulders. “Stop, don’t. Let me,” she begged.

I nodded, teeth gritted.

And she undulated slowly, up and down, her eyes holding mine as I watched her exult in taking her satisfaction from me.

I slipped my hand between us and fondled her clit.

Arro groaned, fingers biting on my shoulders. “Yes,” she pleaded.

I explored the bundle of nerves, taking her almost to the edge, and then I stopped. But only to take hold of one of her hands and push it between us. “Feel us,” I ordered. “Feel me moving inside you.”

She did, and she rode me harder with desperation. Suddenly I was pinned, holding on to her hips as she braced her hands on my shoulders to fuck me.

I got to watch her come, snapshotting the expression of unadulterated pleasure on her face as she rippled and pulsed around me.

That was when I let go, grinding her down on my cock as my hips arched off the bed to climax inside her.

Arro sprawled across my chest, breath puffing hotly against my nipple. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. “I love you so fucking much,” I whispered into the silent bedroom.

Arro tensed for a second and then turned her cheek to kiss my chest, before settling back against me.

An ache flared in that exact spot.

But I tightened my hold on her, patient, waiting.

I’d wait a million lifetimes for her.

28

Arro

Heart racing, my skin coated with a light sweat, I moaned as Mac pulled out of me and rolled onto his back.