Page 53 of The Road to You
“Come for me. Come all over my cock,” he growls, a sound so deep I can feel it in my bones.
He pumps fast, deep, and hard into me, and when he comes, he lets out a low guttural sound, throwing his head back and making me breathless.
He is so powerful and masculine and perfect that it’s like having one of those ancient perfect statutes fuck you silly, only definitely packing more.
I will never tire of discovering new parts of Michele I didn’t know existed. The gentleman, the athlete, and now the rough sex god that turns me into a sweaty, moaning woman.
He lets go of my legs and lowers himself onto me, kissing and nipping my ear.
“If I’m selling my mouth imprint, I want a mold of your tits. They are so perfect, bouncing while I fuck you, I’ll spend the rest of my days fondling the mold until there is nothing left.” He chuckles, and I do too.
“Noted,” I say, kissing his neck and wrapping my arms around him.
We lay tangled in each other, our skin still warm, hearts still racing. And in the quiet of this ancient cave, with the scent of him wrapped around me and his fingers gently tracing circles on my hip, I feel something shift. It’s not just lust. Not just desire, but something more profound, persistent, something I’m afraid to name.
Something dangerously close tofalling.
18
MICHELE
Iwake up to the softest, warmest sensation in the world.
For a second, I think I’m dreaming. That Lena’s touch is part of some perfect flashback of the night we just had, a night that rewrote everything I thought I knew about pleasure, closeness, and sex positions.
Then I blink against the low morning light streaming into theSassisuite, and I realize she’s very much real.
And her mouth is on me. On my hard cock.
I look down at her, and the mischievous glint in her eyes tells me she is up to no good. Or very much good, depending on the point of view.
“Good morning,” she purrs after licking my shaft, balls to tip.
“This is by far the best wake-up alarm I have ever had,” I croak. “Good morning to you too,” I moan when she wraps her lips around my hard shaft and sinks it into her throat. I discovered yesterday that she can control her gag reflex and take me in deep all the way. Paradise. Not even in my wildest fantasies did a woman dothat.
I put my hand on the back of her head and follow her movements up and down while she sucks and teases, and drivesme crazy. I make a massive effort not to push up my hips and fuck her mouth hard and fast.
“Fuck. Do you want me dead?” I groan when she sucks hard and, in response, fondles my balls and squeezes a bit, just enough to make my breath catch in pleasure.
I look down at her, staring at me with a teasing smile that curves her lips and reaches her eyes.
“You are a little…” I can’t even finish the sentence because she sucks hard, and I get lost in my pleasure.
Goose bumps rise on every inch of my body, and my heart starts thumping hard in my chest, while my breath is nowhere to be seen. My brain is MIA too.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. Come and ride me,” I say breathlessly while I move my hand from her head.
By the time she straddles me, I’m wide awake, heart racing, and body sore in the best way possible. We barely slept. We didn’t want to. We made love like we were trying to memorize each other’s bodies, like we didn’t know how long we’d have. Every kiss, every breath, every moan, it’s all burned into me. I didn’t think I could want her more.
I was wrong.
I reach up, bury my hands in her hair, tilt my head back with a groan while she lowers her soaked pussy on my shaft, but the sharp buzzing of my phone cuts through the moment like a slap.
I curse under my breath and grab it from the nightstand, fully ready to silence it, when I see the name on the screen.
Mom.
“Sorry,” I murmur to Lena, brushing my thumb across her thigh. “I have to take this.”
