“I want to watch you.” His eyes swept from her face down her body, pausing where his fingers slid slowly in and out, in and out.
His heated gaze settled back on hers, and she lost herself in their depths. The cadence picked up, his strokes intensifying, hitting that mind-bending chord. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched his shifting expression through half-lidded eyes, watched the pleasure build on his face as the pleasure he unleashed mounted inside her body.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he said.
Closing her eyes, locking out everything but the crescendo being orchestrated inside her, she spiraled upward to a carnal height, where she let herself go, falling to pieces in front of him, all over him, hissing God’s name in an endless loop.
He slipped his fingers out and kissed her deeply, then turned her on her stomach before her conscious mind landed back on Planet Earth. Kneeling between her legs, he caressed her with his hands and mouth from the backs of her knees to her shoulder blades, taking his sweet time with her ass. Then she was on her back again, and he opened her legs, nestling his broad shoulders between them, his soft beard and hot breath tickling the delicate skin between her thighs. His mouth zeroed in on her with a single-minded purpose. He lapped in long, unbroken sweeps, top to bottom.
She sucked in a breath, and he traced her again with the tip of that lethal tongue, licking and lashing, his fingertips trailing after, feathering over her.
Nearly out of her body and mind, she hovered on a knife’s edge where he continually took her only to haul her back in when she got close to another climax. Sensations filling her, rocking her, she yelped when his taut tongue ran over her unbearably sensitive flesh and plunged inside her. His big hands kept her in place while she grinded against him. Groans of pleasure vibrated through his mouth as his tongue fucked her.
Her body shuddered, and she went over the cliff, lost in ecstasy, her cries echoing somewhere outside herself as if in a distant, cottony cloud. Like a rag doll, her limbs hung useless and boneless. She vaguely registered the rustling of fabric, then his heat and weight sank on top of her, his bare skin brushing hers, slick and smooth. Hands in her hair, he covered her mouth with his. She tasted herself on his tongue as it swept deep inside, probing, exploring, claiming her mouth. Rolling her tongue over his, she pushed back and sucked his bottom lip between her teeth. His cock, thick and heavy, was trapped between them, and she reached down and ran her fingertips along its length. He shifted his weight to give her full access, then rewarded her with a chest-rumbling growl when she took him in her hand.
He broke the kiss and rubbed his nose against hers. “I need to get my wallet.”
Confused, she asked, “What’s in your wallet?”
He kissed a corner of her mouth and gave her a lopsided grin. “It’s not a credit card.”
A giggle bubbled up. “A condom?”
He nodded as he kissed the other corner of her mouth. She continued stroking him, and he hissed, “Oh Jesuuuus!”
“Don’t you have some up here?” she asked.
He raised his head and peered at her. “I don’t think so. Do I?”
Her eyes slid to the side. “I’m pretty sure there are some in your nightstand.”
Surprise flickered in his eyes. Had he forgotten them? She’d deal with that later because right now, she had more important things on her mind. “I have an IUD.”
His eyebrows inched up his forehead.
“Since neither of us has been with anyone since the last time we slept together …”
“I’m clean,” he said instantly. “So are you, right?”
Nodding slowly, she raked her fingers through his hair and teased his stiff cock with the other hand.
He sucked in a breath, and his eyes rolled back. “Are you sure about this?” he gritted out.
“I’m sure.” She kissed a trail along his strong jaw to his ear.
“Christ almighty, you make me fucking crazy, Lily. I want you so bad.” Unadulterated desperation and longing reverberated in his voice, and Lily’s spirit surged. Boldness bloomed.
“Tell me how I make you crazy, Gage,” she whispered back, nibbling his earlobe while her hand worked his silky shaft.
He wrapped his long fingers around her throat and nuzzled her cheek, panting against her skin. “You’re all I think about. Being buried so deep inside you I don’t know where I end and you begin.”
She opened her legs to accommodate him, and he repositioned himself until he nudged her entrance. Her hands moved to his back. “Vanilla sex, Professor?”
A strangled sound came from him. She thought it was a laugh. “Vanilla, strawberry, pecan praline. You name the flavor. I aim to please.” His hands back in her hair, eyes locked on hers, he inched inside her. His breath stuttered. “You feel incredible.”
While her body adjusted to his girth, taking him in bit by bit, a series of moans rolled from him. He feathered kisses over her cheek, her jaw, and laid his mouth alongside her ear. “Watching you get off was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Jesus, I want to make you come all over me again and again.”
Now it was her turn to pull in a sharp breath. She didn’t have much experience with dirty talk, but between that and the sensation of him sinking deeper inside her, without latex between them, she stood on the brink of another climax. He flexed his hips and thrust deeper, gaining headway within her walls, ripping a throaty moan from her chest.
“That’s it, beautiful girl. Moan for me. Fuck, I love the sexy sounds you make.”
He withdrew partway and drove in harder, burying himself to the hilt. A sound that was part-moan, part-wail escaped her. He began to move, his
