Stripped Down

“You do whatever you want, darling.” I lean back on my elbows, giving her full access to my body. She steps closer into the vee of my spread thighs, her fingers working my belt buckle and zipper to get my jeans open farther. It takes her under twenty to get me out of the denim completely.

When she dances her fingers up my thighs, heat explodes through me. Christ, she’s really going to do this. Go the distance outside, where anyone can see. If she isn’t careful, I’ll come before I ever get inside her, because being the center of Rose Jordan’s attention makes me hard. Makes me ache.

“Let’s see if you mean those words, Angel,” she breathes and damned if I don’t feel each word like a heartbeat in my dick. “You want to be very still for me right now.”

She leans forward, and I fist my hands on my thighs because I’m not moving away from her, not now, not ever. Her mouth covers me, and the slick, wet sound of my dick popping through the ring she forms with her pretty lips can’t drown out my groan. Christ. She’s wicked perfection. She tongues me, sliding over the head, exploring the hard tip until I’m this close to coming on the spot.

She’s gonna kill me and I’ll die a happy man.

It’s exactly what I need, her taking me but giving back, too. She loves me with her mouth, her eyes watching me. Keeping still now is impossible. My hips move and jerk, and I drive my cock in and out of her soft mouth.

When her hands move, stroking my balls, I give it up her, releasing my fists and plunging my fingers deep into her hair. I’m not guiding, but I’m damned sure hanging on. I’ve got the whole world around us but all I can see now is this woman, the erotic heat of her mouth followed by the cooler sensation of the air hitting my dick when I pop free.

Out, then right back in. Real good. I lose myself in the slick, hot feelings. It’s just the two of us giving and taking and giving some more. The tension picks up inside me, the orgasm building deep in my balls. I fuck her mouth harder, faster. Christ, she’s open and trusting, and she’s gonna make me come.

“I need to pull out, Rose.” No way she misunderstands that warning. My dick’s jerking in her mouth, my hips ramming forward, but she increases the hot pull of her mouth, her tongue raking my length. I’m gonna blow in her mouth if she doesn’t quit.

And then she takes her mouth off me, and yeah… begging isn’t an impossibility. A wicked smile lights up her face as she wraps her palms around me. As if she’s not ready to lose the contact either.

“You taste real good, Angel. Maybe I’m not stopping.”

Oh yeah.

But she doesn’t move.

“You’re gonna make me beg for it, aren’t you?”

Guess I can learn new tricks after all.

“I’m considering it.” She rubs her thumb over the crown.

They’re only words—because she already owns me. I can say it. “Let me come inside you. Please.”

Her smile gets wider. “Whatever you want.”

The erotic power of her words slams into me. The fantasies. What I can do to her. With her. She’s got me stripped down, laid bare, and I’m all hers.

I lie back, because no way I slam into her on top of the damned table. As soon as I yank a condom on and she’s shucked her shorts and panties, I pull her over me and tuck the head of my dick into her. Push. She parts around me, tight and wet where she stretches to take me.

“Let me give this to you.” I growl the words. She parts more, sliding down my dick inch by delicious inch. “You can take this. Take me.”

She watches me through half-closed eyes as she does what I tell her to do, her position letting her control the angle of my penetration, her forehead screwed up with a sexy little look of concentration. Slowly, she moves down my dick. Then up. Back down again, taking me with her, and it’s so damned good.

Fucking perfect, really.

“So good,” I bite out, fingers stroking her hips as I drink in her little hum of agreement. I should give her more words, let her know just how she undoes me. How she makes me feel, makes me want her so bad, but all I can do is lie back and let her ride me.

My Rose.

I can’t even wait for her. There’s no more holding back. The orgasm hits me hard, has me thrusting up, my hands cinched on her hips, as I push myself deep and hard into her. I’m not sure if I’m holding on, but I’m damned sure I’m not steering this. The sun behind her lights her face up all golden. She bites her lip, nails digging into my shoulders and she reaches for her own orgasm. And then thank God, I feel the sweet, tight clench of her pussy on me as she finds her way to the edge.