He kisses and nibbles and licks a path down my hipbone. “No, not in every area. But in the bedroom? Definitely.”
Leaning down, he slicks his tongue through my folds in a long, leisurely motion. Then, he makes a twirling gesture on my clit. I swear—I yank a handful of hair out of my own head. At least, that’s what it feels like.
He lifts his face to speak to me. “I know you want it, baby. I know you want me to give it to you now. But it’s been so fucking long since I’ve been with a woman, and I’ve had my eyes on you for weeks now. When I get inside you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. So I need you to be ready for that.”
My eyes are wide and brimmed with tears of pleasure as I stare at him. My throat is too tight for words. All I can do is nod.
Grinning, he dives back in. His tongue strokes my clit before he sucks the throbbing little nub between his lips. I throw a forearm over my mouth and bite into my own flesh to keep from shouting.
He’s eating me now. Licking, sucking, kissing. Going all in. He may be the boss but he gets down to work.
My body curves and bucks against the bed and I do everything in my power to keep from screaming out loud, very aware that there’s an innocent little girl sleeping one bedroom away.
But when he pulls my clit into his mouth and softly tugs with his lips nothing in this world can stop the freight train of pleasure that comes crashing into me.
My spine leaves the bed and I dig my fingers into the mattress to keep from levitating out of the room as the orgasm rushes through me.
Then I collapse. I lie there, panting, sweating from every pore as I try to pull my senses back into my body.
My boss crawls across the bed and comes to sprawl out next to me, a smug grin on his face. He lies on his side and brushes sticky hair from my forehead.
Still so hungry for him, I fist the front of his shirt and pull him into a deep, dirty kiss. He lets me push him onto his back to climb on top. My hands travel to his waistband, in search of his cock. I need it inside me. Now.
“Whoa, there.” He chuckles. “You sure you don’t need a minute?”
“For what?” I say breathlessly.
“I don’t know. To get yourself together.”
“Wha—? Huh?” I paw at the drawstring of his sweatpants.
He grins boyishly. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Chivalry and shit. I thought you’d like that.”
“Do I look like I need a minute?” I growl, frantic and frustrated. “And what is up with this stupid drawstring?!”
He lays back and grins as I try—aggressively and unsuccessfully—to disrobe him. “You look like you need some cock.”
“That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Another deep chuckle moves through him. I love that sound.
“Take off your clothes, Eli. And fuck me.” I’m not too proud to beg for it.
Licking his lips, he lobs me off his body, shuffles off the bed and he rises to his feet. His gaze roams my naked, writhing body as he hovers at the side of the bed. He starts by shedding his T-shirt to display his chest in all its broad, muscled, throbbing glory. I feel a flood between my thighs. I just can’t believe all this ‘sexy’ is mine for tonight.
When his thumbs hook into his waistband, I rise up onto my elbows. For ages, I’ve listened to my friends’ raving testimonials about the majestic Kingston dick. Now, I’m about to witness it firsthand. My anticipation is pinging through the roof. And Eli doesn’t disappoint.
He drops his pants.
I drop my jaw.
He smirks at my stunned expression. "Last chance to back out, Jessa." His massive paw strokes down his massive shaft. "This dick is not for the faint of heart."
Lust taking over from self-control, I eagerly loop an arm around his thigh and urge him toward the bed. I'm virtually panting. "Get over here."
Laughing, he collapses next to me and kisses me again. “Got a condom?” he asks breathlessly.
I lean over to my side table and dig up a box from under my panties. I hand it to him.
He examines the twelve-pack of XL super-thin, extra-sensation condoms with a hiked brow. He gives me a why-the-hell-do-you-have-all-these-condoms? look.
I give him a you-know-as-well-as-I-do-that-we-were-gonna-fuck-eventually look.
He smirks, fists his cock and gets down to the business of wrappin’ it up.
Then, he’s back on top of me. With one controlled thrust, he enters me halfway. I grip his biceps, tremoring beneath him. He leans down and puts his mouth on mine before sliding all the way in.
He swallows the shuddering breath struggling to escape me and he begins to work, moving in and out of me in deep, confident thrusts. I lose myself in the kiss, my ankles locked behind his back as I lift my hips, again and again in rhythm with his thrusts.
I don’t know what any of this means. I don’t know if tomorrow, he’ll wake up and pretend that none of this happened, that none of this matters, but right here, in this moment, I need him.
And as the inferno grows in my belly and the tremors start sneaking up my spine, I cling to him tight. “I’m…oh, yes. I’m coming, Eli.”
His grip on my waist tightens. His thrusts grow reckless. “My god, Jessa.” He fucks me so hard. “My god, I’m coming, too.”
I feel his cock spasm inside me just as starburst galaxies explode in my head. My eyes lock on his face, on his raptured expression. This gorgeous man awash in pleasure, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Shockwaves run through me and I shake as they gradually subside.
Eli’s not done
