Page 187 of Back in the Saddle

He kept bossing. “Now ride my mouth, honey.”

I glided back down and gladly did what I was told while he licked and sucked and sometimes scraped.

The orgasm he was building wasn’t flirting with me. This was no tease. It was ready to rumble.

But after a hard suck of my clit, it suddenly started to bolt in, and like he felt it coming, I was off Eric’s face and on my back in bed.

No!

“Baby,” I begged as Eric got off the bed.

“Condom,” he grunted.

I watched him yank off his briefs.

I went still.

Man.

I’d beensooooooooright.

His ass wasinsane.

“Clean,” I panted, pushing up to sitting. “The pill,” I finished.

He turned to me, his cargos in his hands. “You trust me?”

“Do you trust me?” I asked back.

“This is a big step, honey,” he said gently.

“I want only you,” I replied, and those words were husky with feeling, and not simply the feeling that I wanted him to make me come ASAFP.

In an instant, my Mr. Smooth Move executed another one.

Because he’d entered the bed hooking my leg behind the knee, pulling it up at his side, forcing me back down on the bed at the same time covering me, and I felt his cock catch between my legs.

“Fuck you’re wet,” he murmured gruffly.

“Is that surprising?” I asked.

He grinned, wicked and wolfish. “No.”

He gave me that grin, but he didn’t move.

Seriously?

“Eric, are you gonna tease me forever or…ooooooh!”

My last was because he glided in, slow and steady and so, so deep.

He kept going until he was in to the hilt, and I was full of him.

It took me a second to accommodate his thickness (also, it must be noted, his length). I enjoyed that second thoroughly and only opened my eyes after I realized I’d closed them, but more importantly, he wasn’t moving.

When I did, I saw he was watching me.

I was about to tell him to stop messing around.

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