My hands slowly streaked down his chest, making pathways in his sweat. I could feel his muscles twitch from his workout, feel how much heat his body naturally produced. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and gave him a gentle bite before I pulled away.
Now, his gaze had darkened, as if I had the exact effect on him as he did on me, as if I could floor him with a simple embrace. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my neck, wiping his sweat on my skin before he pulled away. He grabbed his headphones, water, and towel from the floor and walked out with me. “I’ll take a shower, and we’ll have dinner.”
“I’d prefer it if you fucked me first.”
He turned to me, his lips slightly raised in a smile at my bluntness. “Whatever my woman wants.”
We took the stairs back down to the second floor, and on the way, I grabbed my bag that I’d left on the couch. He walked beside me as he guided me down the hallway to his bedroom. The door was already open, so he stepped inside, revealing a sleek master bedroom. One side of the room was all floor-to-ceiling windows, and discreetly tucked at the top were the shades that would roll down and cover everything so he could block out the sunlight and sleep in. A king-size bed was against the wall, covered in a gray comforter that matched his gray-stained hardwood floors. He had a large TV on the wall, a desk in the corner that had his laptop, and a big walk-in closet. On the other side of the room was an entryway that led to a large bathroom.
I walked to his dresser and set my bag on top.
He took his clothes into the closet, tossing them in the dirty laundry bin for someone to wash later. His closet wasn’t stuffed with suits and ties like my brother’s was. It was full of plain t-shirts and jeans, a few long sleeves and sweaters, along with a couple jackets. He was a simple man with simple tastes. “Make yourself comfortable.” He headed into the bathroom.
I watched him walk away, buck naked, and that tight ass was incredible. No way was I going to stay in the bedroom alone when there was a fine piece of man about to get into the shower. I followed him.
He had a large shower with glass doors, and he was already inside under the warm water, rubbing a bar of soap everywhere, cleaning every inch of his skin, lathering his dick and cleaning his balls. Even when he was soft, he still had a nice dick, distinct and long.
I sat on the toilet and watched the show.
He shampooed his hair, rinsed, and then turned off the water, just as sexy wet as he was when he was sweaty. He pushed the door open and grabbed the towel, noticing me sitting there. He gave a slight smile then dried off before he stepped onto the mat in front of the shower. “You’re eager.”
I shrugged. “I know what I want.”
“Damn right.” He scrubbed the towel over his hair last before he hung it back on the rack, to be reused tomorrow.
I got to my feet and walked out of the bathroom, knowing he was right behind me. I sat on the bed and scooted back before I lay flat, placing my heels against his bare chest. His bed was higher than mine, the perfect level for him to stand and fuck me deep.
He grabbed one ankle then loosened the strap on my shoe so he could slip it off. He did the same with the other before he pushed up my dress around my hips and grabbed my panties. I lifted my hips as he pulled the panties down over my thighs and to my feet. When they were off, he left them on the bed, like he wanted to see them in his periphery while he fucked me. “This is how you want it?” He grabbed my hips and dragged me down so my ass hung over the edge. He pulled my knees apart so I was open to him, our bodies close together.
My hands flattened against his abs, and I bit my bottom lip as I nodded. “I want to look at you…”
He stared down at me with his beautiful eyes, so bright but so dark at the same time. He was a pretty man, but he was so hard in every other way that he looked vicious. Without wetting himself, he guided his dick to my entrance and moistened his tip that way, smearing himself in the moisture that had already soaked my panties from watching him in the shower. Then he slid inside, inching farther and farther until only a few inches remained outside my body.
I closed my eyes and moaned, like it was the first time all over again. I grabbed his hips and pulled him a little farther, wincing when his size started to hurt me. I opened my eyes again, watching him grow even more turned on as he watched me hurt myself on purpose, wanting all of him regardless of the pain.
He started to rock into me, sliding his dick inside me over and over, his balls lightly tapping against my ass at the end of every thrust. His hands continued to grip my hips and hold me still as he moved inside me, giving me that fat dick like I was the only woman he wanted to give it to.
His expression tightened, as if watching me enjoy him was an additional turn-on. He started to move faster and harder, tugging me as he thrust at the same time.
I held on to his hips and pushed myself forward, slamming into him with the same desire, my legs opened and my tits shaking from our movements. “Heath…” My head rolled back, and I was suddenly pulled under by the goodness, by the explosion between my legs.
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