I suck on her earlobe, the silky smooth skin of her neck, the hollow of her throat, and on a pant, she draws me closer, hooking her hands into the back of my jeans. With one flick, I unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms.
Her breasts are heavy in my palms. She knows my fantasy about coming on them. The thought makes my dick strain against the seam of my jeans.
I start licking and kissing my way down her torso, taking each nipple into my mouth and tugging until it hardens. Her slender hands tangle in my hair and clutch me closer.
Working her over, hearing her whimper, seeing how she responds to me, has me reaching for my belt and unbuttoning my jeans for relief before I finish stripping her.
“This isn’t fair,” she whimpers, as I run my finger down her side and over her thong, the last piece of fabric on her gorgeous body.
“What’s not fair, sweetheart?”
“I’m naked, and you’re fully dressed.” Her pout is adorable.
“I intend to get naked, babe.”
“Now, Josh. Get naked now.”
Grinning, I shuck off my hoodie and T-shirt. My cock is pulsing with anticipation, but I gotta ignore it. Ladies first. Always.
Once I’m down to black boxer briefs, I open my arms for her again. “This better?”
She answers by slipping her slim hands down my body to massage me through my underwear, rubbing up and down, gliding along it, then applying pressure so that my veins pop.
“Fuck, woman,” I rasp out. “Take it easy. This time we’re going slow.”
But with a wicked smile, she falls to her knees, pulls the fabric down my legs, and takes my cock in her hot, wet mouth.
Fuck.
Yes.
I tug out her ponytail holder, loosening her thick hair around her shoulders.
On autopilot, I pick up the camera and start taking pictures. That dark head bobbing on my dick. Her eyes watching me with lust and amusement. Her perfect mouth, a tongue stuck out licking the veins on my thick cock.
“I’ll let you take those pictures,” she says in her sexy voice, “but they will never see the light of day.”
“Never.”
“Although I can think of some that could,” she says, and stands up with her hand outstretched. I hand her the camera and she switches it to video. “I’m sure your fans would love to hear what you sound like.”
I shake my head. No way.
But she reaches over and starts stroking me again. I lean against the counter, head thrown back, and with a nod indicate, oh, fuck it, do it. Just because we record it doesn’t mean we have to post it.
The record button beeps. Her soft hand pumps my dick, works me over before dropping down to caress my balls. My abs constrict, and I let out a low moan.
Keeping the camera running, she settles her mouth on the crown. A blowjob selfie. Slowly, like she’s licking the most delicious ice cream cone in the heat of the summer, her tongue swipes up my swollen length, sending chills up my body. When she gets to the top, she flicks the tip with light flutters. Goddamn.
I yank on her hair. I don’t mean to, but it’s a reflex when she takes me deep. Better, though, is the desperate sound she lets out when I tighten my hold on her hair. Yeah, my girl likes that shit. Almost as much as I like doing it to her.
A moment later, she sets the camera on the counter, points it toward us, and takes me back into her warm mouth.
Sublime pleasure simmers near the base of my spine as I try to stave off coming. But the fact that this beautiful woman is on her knees, sucking me off like this is the best thing she’s ever done, makes it tough.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart, that’s it.”
Watching my cock disappear through her swollen lips isn’t what nearly does me in. It’s the look her eyes. The adoration. The desire. The trust.
Nothing on this earth compares to this woman. To what simmers between us as friends and as lovers.
A low grunt escapes me.
My breath is harsh, my heartbeat a staccato in my chest. I’m both relieved I hold off and disappointed when she stops.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Her voice is confident and needy at the same time. I love that she feels she can tell me what she craves. Love that she wants me. Wants this.
Wiggling out of her pale pink thong, she turns to face the counter, presses her breasts on the tile, and pops her perfect ass toward me.
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
I grip my dick and place it between her legs, but don’t press in. Instead, I’m teasing her clit with it, spreading the wetness, making her plump. Rocking and rubbing against her until she moans.
With my other hand, I find that spot that pulses for me and make wide circles around her skin, teasing her. She bucks against me, needing the pressure, wanting me to fill her, but she’ll come harder if she has to wait.
Except… I want to tell her first. Want her to understand what she means to me.
Flipping her around, I pick her up and set her on the counter. Her arms automatically wrap around my shoulders, and her tits press against me, those curves almost too much to bear.
“Evie.”
Those wide gray eyes turn up to me.
I love you.
My heart beats harder, and I clear my throat. “You mean a lot to me.” I run my thumb across her jaw, and she leans into my palm, delight brightening her face.
“You mean a lot to me too.”
“I mean it. You’ve become my best friend.”
I kiss her, but this one is different. This one is tender. I want to make sure she knows we’re official. That she’s mine, and I’m not going anywhere. “I don’t care about the outside world. But we’re together.” I feel the need to say the words in case she’s not sure. Because it’s easy to doubt our relationship when we’ve kept it a secret.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“What we have is real. What we have, you don’t find every day.” I rest my forehead against hers. “We’ll need to figure out how to tell people in our lives and your job, but we’re happening.”
Her smile widens, and I return the grin.
With the sun streaming through the back window, highlighting this beautiful woman, someone I can call mine, the moment feels bigger than either of us, like a snapshot in time I’ll want to look back on someday.
I kiss her again, as passionately as if I hadn’t been kissing her for the past few minutes.
I get lost in her taste. In the sleek skin of her back against my rough palms.
Our bodies align of their own accord, and I push against her center.
We both groan.
It’s just the tip, but the snug fit only makes me crave more. More of her heat and our connection.
I slowly push in, wanting to slam into her and knowing she’d enjoy it, but I draw it out.
Another inch.
Another inch.
I strain into her until I’m fully seated, and when I bottom out, she tosses her head back, mouth open, eyes clenched shut.
“So good,” she forces out. “More. Please, Josh. Now.”
Her legs wrap around my waist and tighten against my ass until I can’t take it anymore.
My eyes shift down to watch our hips separate. I brace my hands on her ass, and with one quick thrust, we’re joined. Short, choppy sighs of pleasure fill my ears as I move in her.