“I—you’re serious?”
Ugh, her lack of confidence hit him straight in the ticker. “Fuck, yes, I’m serious. Babe, I’ve had a hard-on for you since the first time I saw you in your diner T-shirt. Now…” He lifted the toy up again. “You want this back, or you want to replace rubber with a real live cock?”
She was quiet for so long, he almost didn’t believe she’d answer when she finally said, “You,” in the softest voice imaginable.
It was all he needed to hear to have him catapulting his body forward until he hovered over her. “You fucking scared me,” he said, hands on either side of her head, holding his weight. “Thought something was wrong.”
Her face softened, and for the first time, she seemed to find her voice. “I was taking advantage of the alone time.” Her shy smile nearly killed him.
“Maybe next time…close the windows? Yeah?”
She giggled then slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. More giggles bubbled out. “Oh shit,” she finally said between laughs. “I didn’t even think of that.”
“Yeah. Though I can’t say I’m mad about it right now.” He rocked his pelvis into her, making her eyes flare.
“C-can you take your clothes off?” she asked.
“You wanna see some skin?” he asked as pushed off the bed and up onto his knees.
“I do,” she whispered. “I want to feel it, too.”
“Fuck, yes.”
As he drew his T-shirt over his head, she spoke again. “I was thinking about you.”
His movement stuttered, making her laugh. She was gonna be the death of him. “When? While you fucked that toy into your pussy?”
She nodded. “You were dancing.”
Where the hell was this confidence coming from, and how did he keep it going? He tossed his shirt on the floor. “Ballet? I do a mean Swan Lake.”
Another laugh. Damn, he could live off those elated noises for weeks. It was the lightest she’d sounded since he’d met her. This woman needed more enjoyment in her life. Someone had to remind her there was fun to be had among the mountains of responsibility.
And he was the man for the job. He was the fucking master of fun.
“It was something a little less, uh, refined,” she said, mischief twinkling in her eyes.
Yeah, he fucking bet it was. He lowered the zipper of his jeans, tooth by tooth, noting the way her gaze tracked the movements. When his cock spilled out, hard as a fucking spike, she sucked in a breath.
That’s right, baby. Commando.
He gripped his length, then gave a few rough strokes.
Mak licked her lips. Licked her fucking lips like she was trying to lap up the precum escaping from the slit.
“Unrefined, huh?” He asked as he continued to pleasure himself. Watching her watch him was as good as any sex he’d had in the last few years. “You sure it wasn’t just plain fucking dirty?”
“Thunder?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we stop talking now?”
Now, he was the one laughing. “Somebody’s getting hungry for my cock, huh?” he asked as he released said cock then worked his jeans off. Over his shoulder they went, but not before he snagged the condom out of the back pocket.
Mak was ready, more than ready. She squirmed as she watched him roll the latex down his weeping dick. The damn thick twitched in protest of the condom. First time in his life, he regretted the need for one. How fucking unreal would it feel to push into her scorching wetness without a barrier?
Damn, his eyes rolled back, just imagining it. Maybe someday…if this continued.
And if unicorns flew out of his ass.
Once the condom was secure, he grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs even wider, exposing her soaked pussy to his ravenous gaze. He’d be eating that sometime soon, but not tonight. Tonight, foreplay wouldn’t be necessary, not with how far gone she’d been when he busted the door down.
But shoving into that willing pussy would be rude without at least a kiss first, so he crawled up her body until their lips aligned. He rarely kissed the women he fucked. Kissing was an intimate act that spoke to connection and he had none with other women.
Mak breathed heavily, and each time her chest expanded, those pert little nipples brushed against his smooth chest, sending a series of shocks through his system.
“Gimme your lips and I’ll give you my cock,” he whispered, barely grazing her mouth with his.
Mak lifted her lips in offering and he wasted no time taking a taste. She’d been drinking wine before he’d arrived. The acidic tang, combined with her intoxicating flavor, got him drunker than he’d ever been. He eased into the kiss, teasing her lips with flicks of his tongue and gentle nips. Each time he brushed his mouth over hers, her lips parted on a soft sigh as though waiting to admit him, but he kept the contact light. Soon she was chasing him with her mouth, lifting her head to prolong contact.