When she bent over, her delicate breasts swung forward like ripe fruit. He wanted to pluck them, taste them, tease them. And he would. He so would. But first…
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his dick bobbing in time to his heartbeat. When she obeyed without hesitation, he growled his approval, smoothing his hand over her ass, noting the satiny texture of her skin, its warmth, and the subtle flush that pinkened it. She shivered, her eyes reflecting back at him when he glanced into the mirror. The chocolaty brown pools were liquid with need, hot with desire.
“Are you ready for me, Brooklyn?” he rumbled. Yes, rumbled. That was the only way to describe what had happened to his voice. It seemed to be coming up from the very depths of him, where he was full and heavy with a dark craving.
“Yes,” she swore, shoving back into his caressing hand, wiggling slightly in invitation.
He could see that she was telling the truth. The folds of her bare sex were swollen and pink. An enchanting solicitation that eons of civilization had yet to conquer. When a man saw that, all his faculties scrambled. He became no better than an ape in the forest, one and only one thing on his mind. Mate. Now.
But Dan was able to avert the urge to spread her ass cheeks and womanhood and plunge inside because he knew he’d get there. And soon too. But first he wanted to test her, to feel how hot she was for him, how wet.
“Let’s check to make sure,” he said huskily, turning his hand so he could slide two fingers over her, into her.
“Dan!” She moaned his name and it was a siren’s call.
The tips of his two middle fingers were poised just inside her entrance, and she was so hot she singed his skin. So wet she made his dick pulse and ache. A drop of passion gathered at his swollen tip, rolling over his head and down the length of his shaft. It was a tease and a caress. He shuddered at how painfully sensitive his skin was.
“More,” she demanded, pushing back against his hand. “Give me more.”
God. He loved it when she started spouting orders.
“Like this?” he asked, sliding his fingers inside her to his middle knuckles. She was so unbelievably soft, so satisfyingly responsive. At the intrusion of his fingers, her walls closed around him, pulsing, grasping as if she was welcoming him in, pulling him deeper, squeezing him tight.
“More.” She wiggled her ass. Seeing the move, feeling the move made his cock throb so hard he was afraid for a moment there that the tip of his head had blown off. Once he assured himself that wasn’t the case, he gave her what she was asking for, seating himself to the last knuckle.
“Christ, yesssss,” she hissed, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
She was ready. More than ready. So he began to pump. Slowly and softly at first. And then harder. Faster. She rode his hand unabashedly, meeting him stroke for stroke, her small breasts swaying, her soft pink nipples having darkened to a tantalizing rose. A deep flush bloomed over her collarbones and snaked up her throat into her face. Her mouth was open. Her breaths coming shallow and harsh. She no longer cared how she looked; she was concentrating everything she had on the pleasure he was giving her. But for the record? She looked amazing. So fucking sexy and erotic as she worked with him toward her own release.
“That’s it,” he crooned, the muscles and tendons in his forearm standing out as he pumped faster. He felt her walls contract around him once. A second time. He reached forward and caught her pebbled nipple, giving the tender bud a squeeze. She cried out and started unraveling. He felt her body clamping down on his fingers as she bathed his hand in her desire.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his heart roaring, his breaths labored, his head spinning. “Jesus, Brooklyn. You’re so damned sexy.”
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She was in that wonderful orgasmic twilight when the body only functioned to shimmer with undulating waves of ebbing pleasure.
It’s time. Time to make her all mine, just like I’ve dreamed. Finally. Finally.
Keeping his fingers inside her, softly moving them in and out to draw out the very last vestiges of ecstasy, he used his other hand to pull open the drawer on the vanity and extract a condom from inside. Tearing off the foil packaging with his teeth, he hissed when he placed the rubber ring around the throbbing head of his cock. He was so hard he hurt, his skin stretched so tight it was shiny. Then he fisted the condom down his length, pleasure bubbling at the base of his spine from the friction of his own palm.
When he looked up, he saw her eyes were open—well half-open, anyway—and sparkling back at him in the mirror. “That was…” she breathed, an enchanting grin pulling at the corners of her gorgeous mouth, “lovely.”
He realized he was grinning back at her and quirked a brow. “You wanna make it even lovelier?” he challenged.