“Lottie, you don’t have to do this.”
“You say that as if it’s a chore.” She pulls me into the bedroom with her and shuts the door behind me. Her hands fall to the hem of my T-shirt, and she pulls it up and over my head before dropping it on the floor. “I know I don’t have to do anything.” Her hands fall to my chest. “But, God, Huxley, do I want to feel you inside of me.”
Just like that, I grow hard.
“Ever since that night when you made me come on your fingers, I’ve wanted to know what it would be like to come all over your cock.”
“Fu-ck,” I mumble.
Her fingers drag down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. She undoes my pants, but instead of pushing them down, she leaves them hanging on my waist and lifts her hands above her head.
“Undress me, Hux.”
Skin burning with lust for this woman, I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. I drop the shirt with mine and take in the see-through black bra she’s wearing. Her nipples are puckered, pushing against the threadbare lace, and her breath appears erratic as her chest rises and falls rapidly.
Eyes connected with mine, she takes my hands and puts them on the front clasp of her bra. I don’t bother to look at the clasp as I undo it. Her breasts push the unhooked bra away, and she lets it slide down her arms to the ground.
I reach out and pass my thumb over one of her nipples. “You have the sexiest fucking tits I’ve ever seen. I could spend hours worshipping them.” I smooth my hand down her stomach to her jean shorts. I undo them and push them down to the ground, leaving her in just her black lace thong. “But I’ll wait to worship them another day. Now . . . I need to be inside of you.” I turn her around and lay her upper half down on the bed, keeping her lower half arched up for me. I take the sides of her thong and drag them down her legs until she can step out of it for me.
I glide my hand over her naked ass and relish in her naked body.
“So goddamn hot.” I squeeze her ass and then give it a light slap, pulling a moan straight from the depths of her throat. “If I were to reach between your legs right now, would I find you wet, ready for me?”
“Yes,” she groans, pushing her ass into my hand.
“Then spread wider for me.”
She does just that, spreading her legs and then sticking her ass higher in the air.
I glide my thumb down her crack to her arousal, where I’m rewarded with her slick pussy. “Such a good girl,” I say, smoothing two fingers over her clit. Her hands curl into fists as she gathers the comforter beneath her.
“Don’t tease me, Huxley.”
“Do you really think I would tease you at this point? My cock is as hard as stone seeing you like this. There’s no way I’d fucking tease you.”
“Show me how hard.”
Easy. I push my jeans and briefs down and take them off, along with my socks. My cock jolts upward, hard . . . ready. I grip the base and take a step forward to rub the tip along her slick arousal.
“Oh my God,” she says as she grips the comforter tighter. “Huxley, I want you inside me. Now.”
I want her too. So fucking bad. But I want to see her.
I grip her hips and twist her on the bed so she’s flipped to her back. She scoots upward, offering me room, so I climb onto the mattress as well and move toward the headboard with her. She’s waiting for me, legs spread and arms open wide, so I ease down onto her and prop my body up with my forearms, which cradle her head.
“You’re beautiful, Lottie. I’m not sure I’ve ever told you that, but you are. Fucking breathtaking.”
Her eyes go soft as she reaches up and presses her palm to my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers before pulling my mouth down to hers.
With a featherlight touch, she moves her lips against mine in a tantalizing, teasing performance giving me a little, but not giving me nearly enough of her delicious mouth. I growl in frustration, which causes her to smile and pull her lips away even more.
“Kiss me, Lottie. Let me taste those lips.”
“You sound as though you’ve been wanting these lips for a long time.”
I move my hand closer to her face so I can float my finger over her cheek. “I have been. Now let me fucking enjoy.”
Her smile grows even brighter and she tugs on my neck so my mouth swoops down on hers, and I capture her lips, claiming her with my kisses.
My mouth moves over hers with savage intensity, begging her for more but savoring every moment.
Her hand moves to the back of my head. With my thrusting tongue, I part her lips so that our tongues clash in heated passion.
Our once calm, leisurely kiss has now turned into something frantic, something completely carnal. Her grip on the back of my head grows tighter. My hand falls to her jaw and I hold her mouth in place, gaining control over this kiss.
Because I’m falling.
In this moment, with her legs spread and my erection resting against her center, our hands holding on tightly, our mouths claiming each other . . . I’m fucking falling. I can feel it in my bones.
She’s not what I was expecting.
But she’s everything I fucking want.
Pulling my mouth away, I kiss her chin, then her jaw, then the column of her neck to her collarbone. Her body shifts under mine, and I move down to her breasts, dragging my tongue along her skin, until I meet her pert nipple. I massage her right breast as I pull her left into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, Huxley.”
She pulls on the strands of my hair as my teeth massage her nipple. When I nibble, a hiss escapes her lips, followed by a drawn-out moan.
“I’m so wet,” she whispers and then takes my hand and brings it between her lips. “Feel me. Feel how drenched I am for you.”
I slide my finger across her pussy, and fuck, she’s right. She’s dripping.
I lift off her breasts and her eyes connect with mine. “I want you,” she says softly. “Please, Huxley.”
“I’m all yours, baby,” I say as I press a sweet, gentle kiss to her mouth.
Her legs spread even wider so I take the opportunity to smooth my hand down her leg and then carefully lift it until it’s draped over my shoulder.
“That okay?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s comfortable.
“Yes, so good.”
“Perfect,” I say as I grip my cock and tease her entrance with it. She thrusts her hips toward me, and I smile at how impatient she is.
Hell, I’m just as impatient.
I move my hips forward and shift my cock inside her just an inch.
But that inch is all it takes.
Her warmth sucks me in, and I push farther, not giving her much time to adjust.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You’re so goddamn perfect for me.” I take a deep breath and ask, “Are you okay?”
“More,” is all she says. “I want more, Huxley.”
Given the green light, I thrust all the way in until I bottom out, unable to push any farther. She groans as her eyes fly shut and her chest arches toward me. I take that moment to bring her breast to my mouth again, wanting to make sure she’s as relaxed as possible, because I’m not going to be able to hold back very long. Not when she feels this good.
Needing to feel her, I slowly thrust into her, while my mouth plays over her taut nipples.
“You’re so big,” she says, letting out a deep breath. This relaxes her more, and I’m able to thrust farther.
“Baby, you need to relax some more, you’re tense.”
“Then bring those lips back to my mouth,” she says, pulling at my chin with her finger.
I don’t automatically move up to her lips. I drag my tongue along her skin and pepper kisses up her neck and along her jaw, leaving a path of pleasure in my wake. I own every last inch of her. When I reach her mouth, I waste no time in tangling our tongues together.
And I feel her relax even more.
Fuck. I thrust again, and I go deeper, so deep that my vision narrows.
“Yes,” she whispers against my lips.
Mouths connected, I pick up my pace and thrust harder, quicker.