She turned as well and saw their reflection. He gave her his profile and coaxed her body lower, brought her breasts closer to his mouth. Supporting herself on both knees and one forearm, she leaned closer still. In the mirror, she watched his lips part, watched as he drew her in. The first pull curled her toes and sent tingles all the way to her scalp. Somebody moaned long and loud. Her. That would be her.
She’d never been particularly quiet in bed—or anywhere else—but the blatant need echoing in her ears startled her. It flipped some switch in him, because now he devoured—kissing, sucking, and then opening his mouth wide with the intent of consuming as much of her as humanly possible. She quickly became just as intent on letting him because being on the receiving end of all that hunger thrilled her in ways that ought to be illegal.
And watching West feast on her like he couldn’t get enough? Riveting. Enthralling. She didn’t have the words to describe it. Every flex of his jaw and hollow of his cheeks pulled something more than pleasure from her. If she didn’t know better, she’d say her heart lost its footing in her chest.
But she knew better, didn’t she? A little panicked by the question, she drew back and pushed herself upright in a poorly conceived attempt to reel in her emotions. Miraculously, it worked. The position centered his cock against her core, and the sensation of sitting on that long, hard ridge immediately grounded her. This was sex. No-holds-barred, nothing left on the table, sexiest sex she’d ever had, but still simply sex. A physical release. An endorphin rush. She stared down at West, all shadowy eyed and unshaven. The world’s best hangover cure.
He lifted one eyebrow. “Done with my mouth already?”
“I was hoping to borrow another part of you.” She rocked her hips and had the satisfaction of seeing his eyelids battle gravity.
“Anything you want…ah, Jesus.” He clamped her hips when she rocked them again.
“That’s very generous of you.”
“I’m a giver.” He felt around on the bed and found the condom. “I’ll even giftwrap it for you.”
She scooted onto his thighs while he ripped the foil and was about to offer to do the small chore, but the sight of him holding his cock chased the notion clean out of her head. He dragged his fist up and down in a quick, firm stroke that made her insides quicken. Still gripping the base, he rolled the condom on and then tilted his erection away from his stomach so it jutted straight up. Swallowing all the extra saliva suddenly flooding her mouth, she glanced at West. His lips curved into a sure smile. “Keep it as long as you like.”
Oh, yes. Very sure of himself. She lifted onto her knees and straddled his lap. He settled his free hand at the curve of her waist.
“I intend to take my time.” With that, she began to lower herself. At the first contact, however, he disabused her of the notion she had the control. No matter how playful or generous, West Donovan wasn’t about to let her call all the shots. He worked the head of his cock through her folds, hitting her clit, and then making her chase him as he completed a slow figure eight. That meandering move from him was all it took to stall her.
She held herself there, open and unprotected, while West nudged his broad head over her clit again and again, treating the hypersensitive bundle of nerves like a tiny counterpart, pressing pleasure directly into it. Other receptors in harder to reach places sent out sharp pangs of protest at being left out. She leaned forward and braced her hands on either side of his shoulders. The move changed the angle of her hips, pushed him closer to where she needed him. Through the curtain of her hair she said, “Hurry.”
“I promised you a proper fucking, remember?” He guided his cock in another leisurely figure eight through her wet center.
Her inner muscles contracted as he neared. “We have a very different definition of proper. Or fucking. I can’t. No, don’t—” Those muscled squeezed tight as he retreated again. “Inside. I have to have something inside me.” Abandoning whatever small amount of dignity she still owned, she shoved her hand between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her aching channel. A single shaft of sunlight through the curtains blinded her as she absorbed the small measure of relief.
West shot upright in an awe-inspiring crunch of abs and grasped the back of her head. “That might be the most reckless behavior I’ve seen out of you yet.”
Just for the sheer fun of testing his patience, she slowly pushed her fingers deeper and gyrated her hips. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Ruin your greedy pussy for everything except my cock.” A second later, her back hit the bed. Then he hauled her hips up, which tipped her head off the edge of the mattress and tumbled her hair toward the floor. She sent out a silent prayer to the universe, and then, thank you universe, he thrust into her. She was so ready—so beyond ready—her body welcomed him fully, as if she’d been made for specific purpose of getting fucked by West Donovan. The depth and power of his entry drove an inglorious gasp out of her, followed promptly by a groan of frustration when he withdrew just as quickly and completely. Her glassy-eyed, upside-down reflection stared back at her in the mirror. A solid backstop of abs
