Page 105 of Book Boyfriends
“Fuck,” he groans, flipping me off him and onto the sofa.
Before I’m able to get my bearings, he slips off my shoes and drops them in front of the coffee table. Standing between my legs, he bends, his arms coming to either side of me, and takes my mouth in a ravenous kiss. With slow kisses down my body, he lowers to his knees before me, his hands stroking along my thighs. His sinful smirk teases with the unbuttoning of my pants.
My pulse thuds as he slowly drags my pants down my legs. My barely-there black lacy panties soon follow. Tossing my clothes aside, he spreads my legs wide. His fingertip glides up my inner left thigh, across the small triangle of hair along my pussy, and down the inside of my right leg.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice hoarse and dark. “I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you are.”
“Tell me,” I murmur.
He makes a pleased noise in his throat. “This soft, flushed skin. These thick thighs that I’ve dreamed about burying myself between since I walked into that bar and saw you in that short black dress.”
“Thick thighs?” I laugh.
“Yep.” He grips them tighter, causing a soft moan to fall out of me. “Maybe it’s the wrong thing to say, but I love your thick thighs. I fuckingloveyour body. It’s soft, strong, and sexy.”
The way he looks at me is thrilling, like he’s both a starved wolf ready to devour and a devoted acolyte on his knees in worship. He doesn’t just appreciate my body, but revels in it.
He rises, his mouth coasting down my neck, sucking and nipping the flesh. “This long throat. Your silky skin. These pink nipples and lovely tits of yours.”
My laugh is cut off by his hard suck of each peak.
“And this pussy…” He slides his finger along my wet center licking his lips. “Look at how pretty it is, all wet for me already. I already know I’ll never have my fill of you.”
“Why don’t you…find out,” I barely get the command out due to his unhurried caresses against my clit.
“Gladly.” Straightening, he takes off his glasses and sets them on the coffee table and then rips off his shirt.
Theready to workexpression on his face and the sight of his sculpted torso twines the crank in my core just a little more. The only thing I want more than this man’s mouth on every inch of me is to lick along the cut planes of his stomach before I fall to my knees.
“I want to see you.” Breathless, I sit up, grabbing him by the belt and tugging him closer.
“Wait your turn.” He uncurls my hand from his belt and shakes his finger playfully. “Now, spread your legs.”
The command in his tone zings pleasure through me. Doing as he asks, I sit back and open wide for him. He lowers to his knees in front of me. Gripping my hips, he coasts his tongue in a slow lick down my seam. I almost want to cry with the sensation of his tongue against me. My entire body pulses between sweet relief and begging for more. Each lick and suck both satisfies and teases out more want in me.
The feral noises he makes during his focused ministrations leave me feeling that I am both his meal and his queen. Heworships and devours. My sex-fogged brain is unable to discern which, and my body just rejoices in it.
“Davis!” I cry as a violent tremor shakes my thighs with my release.
“I could do this all night.” He soothes his fingers in gentle strokes against my shaking thighs.
“I may not last,” I pant out my laugh.
“Oh, you’ll last.”
I pull him up and take him in a deep kiss, his arms banding around my back, and our naked torsos finding each other. “I do taste sweet.” I smirk.
He laughs.
Biting my lower lip, I undo his belt. “My turn to find out how you taste.”
“Fuck,” he groans with pleasure as I slip my hand inside his jeans and cup him over his underwear.
“Someone is eager.” Batting my eyes, I massage him over the fabric, his cock jerking with my touch.
“Peach…”
Eyes locked with his, I drag down his jeans and his boxers. Giggles burst from me at his trying to kick them off his sneakered feet. He plops beside me on the sofa, laughter raking through him.
