Just stops.
I gawk at him, sucking in air as if the next breath won’t come, and he laughs.
“Fucking ass,” I accuse, and he grins down at me as he removes his pants, kicking them to the side.
“I won’t apologize for wanting you to come all over my cock.”
“Oh my,” I say, licking my lips. “I love it when you say ‘cock.’”
He grins as he cups my center. “Sweetheart, I love your pussy.”
I can’t breathe. After putting on a condom, he picks me up and puts me back on the couch, entering me effortlessly. Completely. He’s so hard, so thick inside me, and I squeeze him as he thrusts into me and then back out, repeating the motion as he positions my legs the way he wants. One up against his chest, the other held in his hand at the back of my knee, pressing into the couch. I’m open and exposed, and he doesn’t hold back. He pounds into me, hard and without restraint. I watch him, in awe, as my blood tingles in my body. I feel like I’m going numb everywhere except my pussy where his cock clobbers me just right. I love how hard he goes; I love how his eyes devour me as his body does. I love it. I love how he makes love to me.
When he sits back on his haunches, my thighs against his as he holds me in place by my hip, I cry out at the different sensation of his cock inside me. But no sound comes out when he finds my clit with his thumb. He presses into me hard as I grip the couch, sucking in breath after breath as he fucks and fingers me at the same time. It’s all too much, too incredible, and when I come, I come so hard, I can’t see. I squeeze my eyes shut, spasming around him. I am only barely holding on. I grip his wrist and the couch as he pounds harder and harder into me. When he roars, his cock throbbing inside me as he stills, I squeeze him as tight as I can to further his orgasm. His fingers bite into my skin as he grunts, his thrusts slowing before he stills completely. When I open my eyes, his head is tilted back as he sucks in air, and sweat drips down that astonishing chest of his. I’m in awe of him, so totally taken by him that when he drops his head so his eyes meet mine, I can only stare.
Kirby’s lips curve, and he pulls me up into his chest before holding me close to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his jaw as he nuzzles his nose in my hair. Our heartbeats slow together as we both try to regulate our breathing. He glides his lips along my temple, looking for my mouth, so I turn to meet his lips in a heated fury. My whole body is trembling, and the way I feel is indescribable. He presses his forehead into mine, and I open my eyes to meet his. They’re so soft, so sweet, and everything inside me feels like it’s flying.
“I had a really bad day,” he admits, his eyes searching mine. “But like always, you change it with just a look.”
I cup his jaw, running my thumb over his bottom lip. “I had a pretty great day, but you… Oh Kirby, I can’t even.”
He grins, trapping my thumb with his teeth. Around my thumb, he says, “I don’t want you to leave.”
My stomach clenches, and my heart nearly stops as I gaze into this man’s gorgeous eyes. “I don’t want to, but—”
“Stay. Let me love you all night.”
Oh my heart. Oh my fear. Oh my fucking everything. I try to catch my breath, and then I find myself nodding. “Don’t be mad if I can’t.”
He kisses my thumb. “What if we come stay with you?” My lips curve, and I can’t with how supportive he is. “Show you it’s fun to sleep with me.”
He wants so badly for me to be here. “It isn’t that I don’t want to sleep with you, Kirby. It’s the fear of not being in my bed, in my safe haven.”
Kirby’s eyes burn into mine, and in a low, sexy tone, he whispers, “Let me be your safe haven.”
Oh my God. I want that. I do, but it scares the shit out of me. As I gaze into his eyes, though, I don’t know how to tell him that. I don’t know how to get out of this. I don’t know if I can. I don’t even know if I want to. So, without answering, I capture his mouth with mine, kissing him hard and with gusto in the hope it’ll distract him until I figure out how to sleep with him, in his house.