He’d never shied away from sex. Seemed four years of celibacy hadn’t changed that. He wanted her open to him, wanted to be confident she had no modesty when it came to bed games. He raised his head, gaze locked with hers, as he lifted one of her legs and planted her foot to one side of her on the counter. When he reached for her other leg, a naughty smile curved her lips—and froze him in place.
Gayle slowly lifted her leg herself, spread her thighs, and placed her other foot on the other side of the counter. Mesmerized, he watched her grasp the fabric of her skirt hanging between her thighs and slowly draw it up to her stomach. And she was exposed. Pink, wet, with a narrow strip of hair.
“Fuck, woman,” he growled, unable to take his eyes away.
“Have a taste, Mac.”
Oh, yeah. She was definitely just as free sexually as she was with life. A thrill shot through him straight to his cock, hardening it even more.
Lowering his head, he took his first sample, the equivalent of a nibble, but it was enough to wrench a moan from her. Needing to coax more of those delicious sounds out of her, he sucked her clit into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. His actions didn’t go unrewarded. Listening to her was so fucking hot, it spurred him to increase the aggression of his mouth and tongue, and to thrust fingers deep inside her. As she came against his lips, the harsh moan of her orgasm filled him with pure male satisfaction.
He placed a gentle kiss on her swollen clit and then lifted his head.
Yeah, he could listen to Gayle’s bedroom noises all fucking night.
And that was exactly what he planned to do.
Gayle kept her eyes locked on Mac’s wet lips. For a man who had been so hesitant, he sure as hell wasn’t hesitant in the bedroom. Shooting her arm out, she fisted his shirt and yanked him forward, fusing her mouth to his in an aggressive kiss that made it clear they were far from done.
Letting go of the shirt, she trailed her hands down his chest to the hem and tugged it up. He broke away long enough to pull the shirt over his head and toss it on the floor. A few seconds of fumbling later, his shoes, pants, and boxers were off, too. He lifted her off the counter and put her on her feet. While he tore through a grocery bag, she shimmied out of her dress, letting it pool around her feet. He came back with a box of condoms and she smiled, then took his hand and led him out of the kitchen.
She liked a man who came prepared.
He didn’t ask any questions, just let her take him. The delicious man had tasted every inch of her and she planned to return the favor in turn. When they reached the couch, she pulled him to stand in front of her and tapped his pecs with her fingers in a gentle shove. Not that it would’ve taken him down, but he fell back against the cushions in a comfortable position.
Chuckling at his easy willingness to play along, she lowered to her knees between his spread legs. “For a man who can be so predictable, you keep surprising me.”
A cocky smile turned up those amazing lips. “Got to keep a woman guessing.”
“That you do, handsome. That you do.”
She lowered her eyes to the thick, long cock jutting proudly from his body. As she ran the tip of a finger over the velvety skin, it jerked. “Would you like to feel my mouth on you?”
“Oh, fuck, yeah.”
God, he was going to be one hell of a lover.
Gently she cupped his balls, massaging them in her palm as she slowly slid the head of his cock inside her mouth. The groan followed by a roughly muttered, “Fuck,” gave her incentive to keep going. She took each inch of him in, then pulled back, over and over, increasing the speed with each bob. His breathing became choppy, and she jerked her head up.
No coming for the man. Not yet, at least. Her mouth wouldn’t be the only place his cock would penetrate first. She moved her way up his body and nipped at his hips, kissed over his drool-worthy abs, circled her tongue over his nipples, and sucked on his throat before finally getting to his lips. Delving her tongue between them, she straddled his pelvis, his cock sliding against the back of her ass.
“Condoms?” she asked against his mouth.
A foil package was shoved into her hand. She gave a hum of appreciation, then tore it open and worked her hand between their bodies, sliding the rubber over him.
“Fuck, just having you wrap your hand around me feels so fucking good.”
“You just wait.”