“I’ve watched you at the shows, keeping everything moving ahead with your calm confidence. And perfect ass.”
“Oh, god, you’re embarrassing me.”
“Really? Are you okay?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “I’m more than okay. In fact, I was thinking of getting a condom.”
Cross’s eyebrows snapped up. “Yeah? Well, I think that would be an excellent idea.”
I wouldn’t have minded jumping him right there on the sofa in my living room, but thought better of it. He stood to help me to my feet, and I led him by the hand to my bedroom. I fished around my jewelry box for a condom, which I tossed to him, and began to undress while he sat on the edge of my bed, watching my show.
First, I peeled off my jeans, having left my shoes behind in the living room. After I removed my long-sleeved T, I stood before him in my lacy bra and boy short panties.
“Turn around,” he said in a whisper so quiet I almost didn’t hear him.
I stared intently at him. “Yes, sir.”
After I’d completed a full rotation, he nodded in approval. I wasn’t sure where things were going, but I had a feeling I might like wherever we ended up.
“C’mere,” he said, jerking his head toward the bed.
I approached him, slowly, giving him the chance to look me over. When I stood directly in front of him, he leaned back on his hands, and said, “Unzip me. Take out my cock.”
Whoa. I got down on my knees because, god knew, I wasn’t going to be steady on my feet with the hot need blasting through my veins. I reached for his belt and opened it, and with shaking fingers, fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans. When they were out of the way, I gazed up at him. With a smile on his face, he nodded slightly.
I slowly pushed down the elastic waistband of his boxers and reached inside. I pulled out his enormous cock, wet at the tip from his precum.
And I felt my own panties getting wet.
I stroked him slowly, just with my fingertips, enjoying the velvety skin of his shaft.
“Do you want to suck me, Kealy?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to form words, so I tilted him toward me to run my tongue around his rim. He drew his breath sharply as his head lolled back.
Emboldened, I moved closer to the edge of the bed, between his legs, and lowered my mouth over him all the way to his balls until he bounced against the back of my throat. He groaned loudly.
“Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
And I felt pretty damn good myself. In fact, I wasn’t going to wait any longer. I let his cock bounce out of my mouth, and as I stood up, his head snapped forward to see why I’d stopped. When he figured it out, he smiled.
He stretched forward to lower my bra straps, then reached around for its hooks. His fingers dipped into the waistband of my panties, which he pushed to the floor where they puddled at my ankles. I was shaking with need for this man.
He sheathed himself with the condom, lowered his jeans and boxers below his ass, and held my hand as I climbed up to straddle him.
“Are you ready, darlin’?” he asked as he notched himself at my wet opening.
“I am, Cross. I want you to fuck me,” I said as I lowered myself onto his length, trembling.
I barely felt the burn of being stretched wide enough to take him, and leaning forward, I kissed as we brought our hips together.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I pulled up to gaze directly at him.
“Yeah. It’s so good, Cross.”
With that, he held my hips in a vise-like grip and began pumping. I squeezed every inch of his cock as my pussy pulsed around him.
His aggression sparked my own orgasm, leaving me racked me with a powerful shuddering from head to toe. I grabbed his strong arms for purchase as he pounded his cock into me, lost in an uncompromising rut. His cock swelled one more time, and he groaned my name as he came hard, repeating it over and over again.
“Incredible,” he murmured, his eyes still closed while he continued to shift inside me.
And it was incredible. Fucking incredible.