“What?” he said, smirking.
“Nothing.” I batted my eyelashes at him. “Just, you know…looking at the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
He lifted one eyebrow. “Ever?”
“Honestly, yeah.” I sidled closer to him, so only an inch separated us. “Ever. And I’ve seen a lot of sexy men.”
“Just looking at me, huh?” He hooked a finger through the belt loop of my cutoff jean shorts.
“Well, no.” I felt the flutter of unease settle as I entered more familiar and comfortable territory. “Just looking, and considering…other stuff.”
“Such as?”
I shrugged, demure and delicate and innocent. “Oh, just…things.” I reached down and peeled my shirt up, off—no bra, the tight T-shirt lifting my breasts and letting them fall with a heavy bounce as the tight white cotton let them go.
His eyes widened, as if, despite us having sex at least once a day every day since we met, he still couldn’t get over my body. Which felt…really good. “I’m on board so far,” he muttered.
I pushed his shirt up and off, because I liked looking at his ripped chest and abs. Now for the fun part: I sank to my knees and slowly unbuttoned his fly. Lowered the zipper. His bulge sprang out against the gray cotton of his boxer-briefs. Tugged his jeans down around his ankles—he lifted a bare foot and I slipped the leg off, then the other. His underwear next, and then he was gloriously naked for me. Tanned skin stretched tight around hard muscles, broad flat chest, an eight-pack razoring down to a sharp V-cut, which framed the most gorgeous male member I’ve ever had the privilege of laying eyes on. Long, but god, so thick. Thick enough to make me gasp every time he slid into me. Straight as an arrow, flat up against his belly.
Well, right now, he was still only partially erect—thickening but still dangling forward and pointing at the floor. This was one of my favorite things, him floppy, just begging for me to get him hard. Didn’t take much—he was staring down at me and watching me, anticipating, soaking up the sway of my boobs, and he was slowly hardening.
Not fast enough.
I slid my hands up the backs of his thighs. Cupped his buttocks, held the taut hard globes in my hands and kissed his thigh, just above his left knee. An inch higher, then across to his right thigh. Higher. Back and forth, kissing my way up one thigh and the other, alternating. To his hipbones. Licking his salty firm flesh, over his abs, under his belly button. Ran my tongue down his V-cut. He twitched, cock jerking, the tip lifting. His hands dangled at his sides, fingers curling into fists as he anticipated what I was going to do next. Like he didn’t know. Silly man.
I fitted the broad round head into my mouth. Slid him in, tongue fluttering.
“Fuck, Lex,” he growled. “Love your mouth, babe.”
I smiled at him—with my eyes, at least, my mouth being otherwise occupied. Let him fall out. He pointed straight forward, now, half erect. I licked him from root to tip along the underside, lifting him with my tongue and then rolling my mouth over the top to plunge him deep. Away. Flopping out again. Fingernails tracing designs on his buttocks, squeezing, palming. Nuzzling his cock with my nose, my lips, my chin. Toying with him.
Now, finally, he was fully erect, eight inches of perfection nearly as thick as my wrist. I moved to take him in my mouth again, but he caught my chin with one hand. Applied gentle pressure to lift me to my feet.
“No more of that.” He palmed my breast, flicking my nipple until I hissed in pleasure. “Got other plans.”
I pulled away from his touch, back to the window. Unbuttoned my shorts and wiggled out of them. Naked, writhed up against him. “Oh yeah? What plans would that be, Myles?”
He reached down between my thighs. Felt me, slid a fingertip along my seam. Found my clit, already engorged and sensitive. “Well, first, I think you need to come.”
I swallowed hard as he feathered just a single fingertip over me, swirling in gentle circles. “Keep that up and I will, and soon.”
He brought one of my hands to the apex of my thighs. “Got a better idea. You do it while I go get a condom.”
I used two fingers with gentle pressure, going slow and light as he walked away, his hard ass moving in a delicious rhythm. I bit my lip as I tried to go slow, but my need was a pulsating wildfire within me, nearing crescendo already. I fought it off, and pushed down the need to come. It was futile—I was a hair trigger under the best of circumstances. He was in front of me, swaggering toward me, huge hard cock standing up on end, swaying with each step, waggling at me as he approached, as if that magnificent organ was waving at me, beckoning me. He had a condom in his hand, a gold square packet. I waited for him to approach, till he was inches from me, our skin nearly touching.
I waited.
Drew it out.
Let him want me—let him watch
