Page 81 of Axe Backwards
I took my time, kissing her neck, touching every part of her I could, reminding myself that this was real. My dream girl was in my bed.
She gave as good as she got, nipping and biting, trailing her hands down my chest to grip my throbbing cock.
“Slow down,” I said. “I’m barely holding on and want to take my time.”
“Slow is overrated.” She bucked her hips against mine. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Hands splayed on the mattress, I straightened my arms and peered down at her.
She hit me with that gorgeous smile, undoing all my carefully laid plans with one bite of her lip.
The smart thing would be to talk first, to decide what this meant. But there was very little blood flowing to my brain, and currently, I was happy to agree to do anything she wanted.
Propping myself up with one arm, I fiddled with a button on her pajama top. “You want this?”
“Yes.” She whimpered, bucking her hips up against me.
“Then,” I said, popping the button, then worked on the next. “I need to see you.”
“You want…?” Her voice quivered with need and maybe a little fear.
I pushed one side of her shirt away, then the other, licking my lips at the sight of her perfect breasts. “Yes, Vic. I want you on top. You’re going to ride me, and you’re going to feel every inch as I sink into you.”
I got off the bed so we could change positions. Fuck, I would kill for a king-size mattress right now.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed.
I hauled her up, then sat on the bed and peeled off her pajama shorts, kissing her hip bones and trailing my fingertips along the outsides of her thighs.
She hovered above me, her hands in my hair again, naked and glowing in the dim light.
“Do you have any idea how much time I’ve spent fantasizing about your body? You’re incredible.”
Yanking her closer, I kissed her belly button.
“Vic, please. You have no idea how badly I need to see you on my cock.”
Eyes flashing, she hit me with a seductive smile and pulled the elastic from her hair and shook it out, letting it fall wildly down her back. “When you ask so nicely,” she purred, “how can I refuse? Condom?”
With a yank, I forced the drawer of the old bedside table open. I sheathed myself, then lay back and watched as she climbed up my body, kissing and teasing me along the way. Heart pounding, I reveled in the way her breasts hung heavily between us. Her lips were perfection. Everything about her was better than I ever could have imagined.
Once she was straddling me, her hips lined up with mine, she teased me, rubbing the tip of my cock over her slick entrance.
“You’re torturing me.” I lifted my chin and pinched my eyes shut with a huff, staving off the need to thrust up into her.
She twitched one shoulder, a tiny shrug. “You said you wanted to see me take every inch of you, hotshot.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “And damn, there are a lot of inches here to work with. I’ll take my time.”
It was the most perfect misery, the teasing sensation of her wet heat. I thought I might pass out from the anticipation.
Finally, she lowered her hips and sank down slowly. I grabbed handfuls of her glorious ass, guiding her lower. She wasn’t done taunting me, though. She’d lower a fraction, give me an inch more, then take it away.
It was a slow, torturous tease.
And fuck, was it sexy.
Heart pounding, I heaved in a breath. “That’s a good girl. Take what you want.”
“What if I want all of you?”
