The Best Next Thing

Once she was sure she had his attention, she deliberately left his chest and smoothed her way down over rock hard abs, to his pelvis and finally to the plump head of his cock, which had escaped the confines of his briefs.

He inhaled sharply, and his stomach muscles jumped at the contact.

“Charity. Wait…” She disregarded the urgency in his grating voice and happily pushed down his briefs until she had both hands wrapped around his pulsating hotness. “Oh fuck, sweetheart. That feels good.”

“Kiss me.” She punctuated her demand with a long, sultry stroke of his cock, and he instantly complied, helplessly thrusting into the channel she had created with her tightly curled hands.

He lifted his head and stared fiercely into her face while he continued to stroke himself in her snug hold.

The sprinkling of hair on his chest rasped the aching peaks of the nipples he had left exposed above the top of her tank. And this time she was the one who groaned.

“I want you, Miles. Inside of me. Now!” She remembered her manners enough to add, “please.”

He chuckled, the sound rusty, and pushed himself up until he was kneeling between her thighs. He tugged at her tank top, and she arched her back and raised her arms, assisting him in the removal of the superfluous item of clothing. He tossed it over his shoulder and made a soft sound of satisfaction as he stared at her near naked body, his pleasure evident even in the limited light.

Her hand was still on his cock, and she gave it a tug to keep him on task. He leaned over her, reaching for one of the bedside stands.

“Wrong side,” Charity told him. “They’re in the other stand.”

He shifted his weight toward the other side, tugged open the drawer and pulled a condom from the box she always kept in stock for him. His hands were shaking and he had to use his teeth to rip the foil package open.

She took the sheath from him and rolled it down his eager length, prolonging the task because she enjoyed the way his back arched and his head flew back in reaction to her leisurely pumping motion.

God, he was magnificent.

He kissed her again. His mouth hot and voracious.

He tugged her panties down to her hips and made a frustrated sound when it wouldn’t move any farther. Charity reluctantly relinquished her hold on his penis and helped him with the urgent removal of their underwear.

Seconds later his lips were on hers, his cock poised for entry, while he was braced on his elbows with his tight, hard body trembling above hers. His damp hair framed his face and that, combined with the intensity in that steel gray gaze, made him look feral. His eyes were laser focused on her face, watching her every reaction as he slowly pushed his way inside.

Oh God! He felt amazing…thick, hard, hitting all the right spots with his smooth, expert entry. He levered himself to his knees, her thighs and butt propped up by his well-muscled thighs. He flicked the bedside light on, flooding the room with warm light and stared at her for a long, appreciative moment. He grinned wickedly before bringing one of his long, elegant thumbs to his mouth and slowly and oh-so-fucking sexily sucking it into his mouth, getting it good and wet. He gave it one last lick for good measure, his tongue lapping the digit with quite thorough deliberation.

He winked at her, and insinuated his hand down to where his body so perfectly slotted in hers and that wet thumb found her clit with unerring accuracy.

She moaned at the touch, and her back bowed as she struggled to get closer to that subtle touch.

“More, more…please. More!” He increased the pressure, flicking her clit in time with his strokes, light rhythmic butterfly taps on the sensitive bud that felt beyond description. Combined with the slide of his generous cock, it was swiftly driving her toward the orgasm she craved.

“Don’t stop!” Her voice was a high-pitched, frustrated entreaty when his thrusts slowed. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop, Miles.”

“Ssh,” he soothed, and kissed her gently to silence her pleas. He grabbed her hips and held her firm, while he flipped himself around until he was on his back, and she was straddling him. Open, naked, knees braced on the bed. He had done it so smoothly they hadn’t even disconnected. His presence inside of her took on a different, deeper dimension, and she gasped at how full she felt.

His thumb went back to her clit, and he stroked her again, but he had stopped thrusting, and she glared into his imperfectly beautiful face. His damp hair was haloed on the white pillow around his head, sweat gleamed on his forehead…He had never looked more gorgeous. Her hands were flat on his chest and she gave him a shove.