Page 192 of Into These Eyes
She cups my face. “Here,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to my forehead. “And here.” She plants a sweet kiss on my mouth. “Here,” she breathes, nudging the stubble along my jaw with her nose. “And here.” Her mouth finds the pulse in my neck.
“Mmm. I got you a lot of presents.”
“I’m not finished yet.” She scoots back on my thighs a little, dips her head and kisses each quarter of my tattoo. “Here.” When she straightens, her eyes lock with mine, and she wriggles forward, rocking against my hard dick. “And here.”
I run my hands down her sides, grip her waist, and flex my hips, grinding up to meet her. And damn, even through the sheet, she’s scorching hot. “That’s all?” I tease.
She blinks at me, the corner of her lip twitching, her palms caressing my chest. “I’m not greedy.”
“Liar.” I clutch the back of her neck and force her mouth to mine. Her tongue glides between my lips and we suck and nips at each other as I run my hands along her bare thighs, slip them under the soft fabric and cup her naked arse.
Maybe this will be old one day, but that day is not today. And I have a sneaking suspicion we’ll be doddering, grey haired fools by the time that happens. I hope so.
Breaking the kiss, I squeeze her firm backside. “Cheeky, sexy, wicked thing.”
“The only thing wicked,” she pants as she reaches between us, slides aside the sheet and grips my hard cock, “is that this isn’t inside me already.”
Lowering my hand from her arse, I reach around until my fingers brush over her soaking entrance. “You want to ride me, J?”
She nods eagerly. “I like this. We’re so close … so easy to look into your eyes.”
“Take what you want from me. I’m all yours.”
Rising to her knees, she grips my shoulder with one hand and guides the tip of my cock over her clit, teasing herself for a long moment before, slowly, slowly impaling herself with a soft sigh against my lips.
Then she begins to grind against me, and I know she thinks she’s in control right now. I’ll let her take a little, but not everything. Removing her hands from my shoulders, I slip them behind her back and trap her wrists there. With my other hand, I slide one thin strap off her shoulder. Before the material falls away, I grip her breast, lower my head and scrape my teeth over her hardened nipple, teasing her through the fabric. Only when she moans my name do I jerk the lace down, clamp my mouth over her, and draw her in.
She clenches around my cock. Fuck, she’s driving me wild with her tiny glides up and down my shaft. Her attention’s focusedmore on the contact her clit’s making just above the base of my dick, on the trail of hair that’s giving her all sorts of wonderful sensations.
Releasing her breast, I find her mouth, drive my tongue inside. Then I drag down her other strap until both hard nipples skate against my chest with every rock of her body. Fuck, that feels amazing.
Tugging on her wrists, I ease her away until I have a spectacular view of her tits as she bounces on my dick.
But I want to test her again, push her, discover what she likes at the same time she does. Freeing her wrists, I groan, “You want to be my naughty girl?”
Biting her lower lip, her fingernails scrape against my beard. And she nods.
I grab her arse with both hands, rock her flush against me, and reach lower until I touch my cock. As I move in and out of her, I soak my fingers in her arousal, then drag all that wetness up between her spread cheeks. When she groans and her eyes flutter, I do it again and again until she’s a slippery mess.
Concentrating on that tight, virgin hole of hers, I apply pressure, but I don’t push in, I just tease those nerve endings, circling my finger around and around. Our bodies tense and strain against each other, dragging out every sensation for as long as we can.
She presses her mouth to my ear, her breaths loud and ragged. “Oh, Gavin, why does that feel so … fuck, I’m going to come, I—”
She contracts around my dick. Hard. “Fuck, J. Ah,fuuck.” I follow her right over the edge, exploding with long, hot pulses as she continues to clench around me.
After we clean up and slip back into bed, we lie on our sides and twine our bodies together, our heads resting on one pillow as we gaze at each other.
“So, naughty girl,” I murmur, “you liked that, hmm?”
So quickly, I don’t see it coming, she clamps a hand over my mouth, her eyes wide. “Don’t speak of such things.”
I chuckle against her palm, then give it a lick.
“Eww,” she gasps, snapping her hand away.
“I hope that’s not what you’re thinking when I lick your delicious pussy.”
Grinning from ear to ear, she pinches my butt. “Okay, hot stuff. Enough.”
