But I wanted more. Much more.
I angled my chin slightly and pressed my lips to his. Tegan moaned and deepened the connection, sliding his mouth over mine and pushing his tongue inside. He took his time, licking, nibbling, and tasting me. It was a sweet seduction that left me feeling dizzy. I hadn’t felt lightheaded from a kiss in years.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, sighing with pleasure as our tongues twisted languidly. Every unhurried lick and suck stoked an underlying fever. We took our time, savoring the moment. My breath hitched when he splayed his hands on my back, lowering them to squeeze my ass.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moaned, grinding my erection against his as I plucked his shirt from his jeans. There were too many layers in between.
“We can do better. Take this off.” Tegan yanked my T-shirt over my head and made quick work of my jeans.
I slid my fingers to his belt buckle, tugging the leather strap through the loops, then unbuttoning and unzipping while he rolled his hips and sucked on my tongue. Tentative exploration gave way to a frenzied push and pull. The longer we kissed, the hotter the fire burned. I bit Tegan’s bottom lip as I pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and grabbed my ass possessively before teasing my crack. He smacked my left cheek when I arched into his touch, chuckling at my lusty sigh.
“Bed?”
“This way.” I laced my fingers with his and led him down a short hallway to the master suite.
Tegan scanned my room from the doorway as he pulled his shirt over his head. The dim light from my bedside table cast an ethereal glow over the well-appointed space. The walls were covered with expensive designer paper, and the navy-and-white drapes had a quirky pattern that worked with the funky framed art above my king-sized platform bed.
He toed his shoes off and moved into the room. “Nice place.”
I didn’t reply. I removed my boots and socks, hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs, and pushed them over my ass. Then I kicked the fabric aside, pushed the duvet to the end of the mattress, and sat on the edge. I looked up and made sure his gaze was locked on mine when I gripped my shaft and stroked.
Tegan’s nostrils flared as he closed the distance and stepped between my legs. I pressed my palm against his bulge and rubbed, taking a moment to admire the hard muscles and toned contours of his broad chest. He was a fucking work of art. I leaned in, licking a trail along his V-line as I pulled the denim over his ass.
His thick cock sprang forward like a flagpole. I curled my fingers around his shaft. I didn’t squeeze or stroke. I wanted to explore. I cupped his balls and traced the prominent vein from the base to the tip, circling the pad of my thumb over the crown, smearing precum liberally before sucking it off.
Tegan hummed in approval when I opened my mouth wide and sucked his length. He ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as I bobbed my head and stroked myself. I cautioned myself to go slow. There was no reason to hurry.
But I also wanted him inside me…now. I released his cock and scooted backward on the mattress, linking my arms around his body and pulling him on top of me.
Tegan covered me like a blanket and crashed his mouth over mine, tilting his hips so his cock nudged mine. I hiked my legs around his ass, arching wantonly to keep up with the tempo he set. Our tongues twisted as I raked my nails down his spine to his sexy bubble butt. I smacked his ass hard, then summoned all my strength to push him off me and switch positions.
With his legs trapped in his jeans, it was easier than it probably would have been otherwise. I sat on my heels to peel the fabric away and take his socks off, kissing the inside of his thigh.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I whispered reverently as I kneeled between his legs.
Damn, it was true. Tegan was a sexy hunk of a man, toned from head to toe. I splayed my hands on his massive thighs and drank in the sight of him in my bed. He stroked his cock, watching me through hooded eyes as I studied him. I traced the inked flames over his pecs and tweaked his nipples. He grunted and upped the tempo, stroking himself a little faster. Mmm. He liked that. I did it again, shivering when he fixed me with a hungry look.
I braced my arms on either side of his head and kissed him, putting every ounce of passion and yearning I felt into the connection. I didn’t lick him, I tasted him. I didn’t touch him, I pressed my chest against his and rocked my hips in an effort to get as physically close to him as possible, savoring him like a fine wine for as long as he allowed.