Page 66 of An Eye For Illusion

“What do you want?” Her voice is low and throaty.

“You,” I say simply. Because that’s all I want at this moment. Her, open and bare.

Her eyes lavishly explore me as she makes her way over to where I sit on the couch.

Without me saying a word, she kneels before me in the space I made for her. It’s a fucking wet dream come true. My cock swells, pushing against the denim jeans I have on.

She watches my face closely then asks, “Is this what you want?”

I reach out to wrap my finger around a strand of long blonde hair that’s made its way free of her ponytail. I pull gently on the strand before pushing it back behind her ear.

Is this what I want? Yes and no.

Yes, because this is exactly what I’ve dreamed about for weeks now. No, because it isn’t enough. Those dreams had her spread out before me, naked and panting for a release only I can give her.

“Almost,” I say as I lean forward and catch her by surprise.

My lips touch hers, and that zap I felt earlier rings throughout my entire body, starting at the crown of my head and working its way down. When it hits my cock, the feeling is so powerful it’s almost painful.

Holy hell.

Her lips open for mine without hesitation as her hands climb up my thighs, inching toward my groin at a slow, steady pace. My tongue darts out to taste hers, and when it connects, the most beautiful and perfect moan leaves her mouth.

My fingers curl around the back of her head, pulling her into me as much as humanly possible. I want to run my hands over every curve of this woman’s body. To inhale every breath she releases as I caress every inch of her flawless skin.

My body craves her in a way I’ve never felt before.

It’s intoxicating and scary as fuck. The fear of what this means, of why I’m having such a powerful response to her, fades into the background as her hand connects with the tip of my cock.

She circles it several times through the fabric before pulling back, her hand sliding back down my thigh.

My fingers tighten in her hair, arching her neck back as my lips break away from hers.

“Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish, princess.”

She smirks and slides her hand back up. Instead of toying with the tip through my jeans, she grips the shaft tightly around the denim.

“I don’t plan on it, pretty boy.”

That’s when all hell breaks loose. Our lips connect in fiery passion. It’s almost violent. Each of us fights the other for dominance. I scoot forward, releasing her hair from my hands as my palms skate down her back to her ass. I tightly grip each side, but instead of lingering, I decide to do something even better.

My hands keep going until they’re safely planted under each ass cheek, and then I lift. She comes willingly into my lap as her thighs land on each side of mine.

Her pussy straddles my cock, and I groan at the contact.

“Fucking perfect, princess.”

She grabs my hair and tilts my head back just like I did to her moments before. She leans forward, her mouth coming down to the base of my neck, right above my right collarbone.

I feel the first wet touch of her tongue as she places her lips on my throat before she pulls my skin into her mouth. I laugh a little, but the chuckle quickly turns into a groan when she sucks harder and grinds down on my wanting and waiting cock.

Ohhh, damn does that feel good.

Her grinding movements turn into slow circles as she continues to suck and lick her way up my neck. One of my hands knead her ass as the other comes up to play with her breasts. One light squeeze makes her quicken her circular movements. When she finally breaks away from my neck, she comes back to kiss my lips.

My fingers toy and pluck at her right breast, playing with as much of her nipple as I can.

I want these damn clothes off. I want to feel her beautiful, perfect breast in my palm—skin to skin.

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