Page 37 of Married to Number 22
I thrust up carefully with my hips, bobbing against the back of her throat again, groaning when she swallows me down with a moan that vibrates through my shaft.
She pulls,oh so slowly, back, the head of my cock resting on her bottom lip, her words a damp glaze when she orders, “Behave.”
And my control splinters.
“Oh no, baby,” I rasp. “There’s no fucking way I’m going to behave.”
Fourteen
Luna
One second,I’m confidently in control.
The next…
I’m suddenly naked and bare-assed on the stairs, my legs shoved wide, a big, bearded hockey player between my legs.
He licks me without quarter, exploiting every single pleasure-inducing spot he found yesterday.
My clit, the sensitive part of my labia, the top of my entrance…
Inside.
With fingers and tongue and?—
I clutch at his shoulders, grind myself against him. “Oh, God!”
And just that quickly, I go from riding high of power to reveling in the strength of his.
Broad shoulders, calloused fingertips, and that beard that is the sweetest type of abrasion I’ve ever experienced.
Only, I don’t want to come without him this time.
And I’m all of three seconds away from forgetting that, from letting the wonderful things he’s doing to me push me over the edge…
But—
Aiden.
I’m finally with Aiden.
And I don’t want to fall apart again?—
Not alone.
Not without him.
So, I hold off my orgasm, the flickers I can already feel beginning to flutter through my pussy, clamping down on his fingers. It’s so close. Sofuckingclose.
Gritting my teeth, I reach for his shoulders, summoning no little amount of strength—some might even say it’s actually aherculeanamount of strength—and I heave. “Up,” I rasp, pushing him back. “Inside me,” I order.
I’m fully aware that he’s so much bigger and stronger than me, so if he truly wanted to fight me on this, he could. Easily. But I’m also fully aware that he’s just as turned on as me. So, he doesn’t fight me—much—just giving my pussy one more long lick before crawling up my body.
“Inside me,” I demand again.
He gives me a heart-stopping smile—God, he is seriously the sexiest man I’ve ever seen—reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out his wallet. He opens it, tugs out a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth. A moment later, he’s rolling it down the length of his erection, protecting us both without me having to ask.
Which just adds to his sexiness.
