“Fuck, babe,” he whispers. His hands knead my bare breasts. His deep brown eyes travel from my breasts to my face and back again. We finish strip each other down without another word.
This moment between us isn’t about winning and losing. It’s about understanding and connecting. The way he’s gently caressing my naked flesh sends a chill up my spine. He’s all about exploring my body with his hands and surveying my skin with his eyes. Every move he makes is so slow, thoughtful, that I feel like I’m about to explode with need. I just need more. We were so hot and heavy in the truck, but this is totally different.
“Tell me how you want me.” He pulls my naked body against his hard dick, sandwiching it between us, and he rubs my ass.
“I don’t care,” I say breathily. His hand leaves my ass only to return in a hard slap on my cheek. I yelp and jump in place.
“I don’t give a fuck what other men were like with you. Clean slate, Legs. I ask you how you want my dick, you tell me.”
“Legs?” A smile finds its way to my face.
“Fits, don’t it?”
I nod my approval but don’t say a word. He wants to know how I want him. One scenario after another runs through my head before I muster the courage to ask for what I want.
“You’re my man?” I ask and wedge my hand between us. His dick is so soft to the touch. He has these thick veins running through his stiff cock that feel incredible in my hand and will only feel better when he’s inside me.
“Yeah,” he says. One word. Simple. To the point. He says it like there’s never been a question about where his loyalties lie.
“What I said earlier,” I say, giving his cock a tug and rubbing the tip against my outer lips, “about sucking your dick? I want to. Not tonight, but I want to.”
He groans and bucks his hips into me. The tip of his cock parts my lips and presses against my clit. I gasp and part my legs just enough to open myself up for a stronger sensation.
“You want something, just ask, baby,” he says. I feel like a hypocrite even thinking about what I want, but this is a good test of the kind of man he is. So I lean in and kiss him slowly, my hand still on his cock. His hips are still bucking into me. We’re being reckless, doing this without a condom, but I don’t care. I want all of him, and even though I know better, nothing else matters but the feel of his flesh on mine. I slow the kiss and give his cock a hard tug, causing him to growl against my lips. I’m usually assertive during sex because it usually doesn’t mean anything. It means an orgasm I don’t necessarily have to work for, and that’s about it, but this with Diesel means something to me. I take a deep breath to center myself and start acting like the confident, bossy woman I normally am.
On a whisper, I say, “I want your mouth on my pussy, and I want to come on your face. And I want your tongue to fuck me so hard that you lose oxygen in the process.”
I’m not done, but he doesn’t seem to care, because I’m flying through the air and landing on the bed before I even realize what’s happening. He kisses his way up the inside of each of my legs, alternating his attention on one and then the other. I keep my legs parted as wide as I comfortably can and prop my head up on both of the pillows so I can watch him work. My hands are on the outside of my thighs, rubbing my skin gently, as he nears my waiting pussy.
“I’ve been wanting to eat your pussy for years, babe. I die down here, you tell the entire fucking world how I went out. Taking my cock in your mouth might not do much for you, but fucking you with my mouth makes me lose my fucking mind. So hold on to something, baby, and get ready to wake the neighbors.”
“God, I love you,” I say without thinking. I intended to keep that to myself. I was going to tell him I’m wet for him but Iwas thinking how I’ve fallen in love with him and somehow the wires got crossed in my head and that came out of my mouth.
Fuck.
I’ve ruined the moment.