Page 106 of Book Boyfriends
“This never happens in your books,” he grumbles, kicking off his shoes and then removing the rest of his clothes.
“It sure doesn’t,” I tease, crawling onto his lap, his hardness rubs against my still-sensitive pussy sending a shiver through both of us. “That may not happen in my books, but this does.” Slipping off his lap, I drag my mouth down his body until I fall to my knees in front of him.
“Wait,” he says, pulling me back up. “To protect your knees.” He moves his clothes in front of him, providing a cushion.
‘Oh god.” My breath catches. “I am in very real danger of falling so fucking hard for you.”
“Ditto.” He reaches out and tucks me close for a sweet kiss.
Pushing him back, I rest my thighs on my heels in front of him. Skating my fingers along his muscular legs, I take him in. The ridges of his stomach. The dusting of dark hair along his chest, the silky fur marching down to his thick length. Licking my lips, I skate my fingers along the veiny shaft to the tip coated in beads of pre-cum.
“This may be more of a meal than I anticipated,” I say, my voice husky and teasing. “But I like a challenge.”
He groans with my slow pumps of his length. Leaning forward, I lick the tip and let out an appreciative moan at its salty taste. I swirl my tongue around his tip, massaging the crown. Inch by glorious inch, I take him more fully into my mouth. His controlled hip thrusts, and gentle tugs on my hair telegraphs his battle for restraint. It’s clear he wants more but holds himself back.
I’m almost drunk with power at the fact that this man’s desire for me is only tamped down byhiswant to take care of me. That knowledge surges need within me. Need to give him what he wants. Need to take whatIwant… And what I want is to feel him coming apart.
Releasing him, I look up through hooded lashes. “Do you want to come in my mouth or inside me?”
“There’s a condom in my jeans’ pocket,” he breathes.
I grab it and hand it to him. He unwraps it and rolls it on.
“Get on my lap,” he growls.
“I do like bossy you,” I sass, rising and straddling him.
A pleasure-filled whimper escapes with the sensation of him sliding into me. The fullness is almost too decadent. It’s like a buffet of sweets. One knows they’ve had enough but still goes back for more.
I rock my hips in gentle movement against him, testing out taking just a little bit more. With each rock, my body relaxes.
Hands on my waist, he urges me further until I’m fully seated on him, causing him to let out a grunted “Fuck.”
“You like?” My playful coo is breathless.
“So fucking much.”
I move up and down on him. The movement both teases him and hits different spots within me, surging that twinge of pleasure.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Take what you need.” With a soft slap of my ass, he urges me on.
“Yes,” I whine, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You like that?”
“Yes.” I moan with his second slap.
Our panting breaths and moans meld with the soundtrack of the world below us: car honks, people laughing, and dogs barking in the distance. Somehow, we’re both utterly secluded from it, but aware of it. That idea heightens my chase.
His hips meet mine in indulgent, hard thrusts. Despite the deliciously rough brush of our bodies, the tenderness of his gaze locked on me is like a soft caress. His body may demand, but that stare gives.
“I’m so close,” I moan.
“Tell me what you need.” He strokes my cheek.
Taking his hand, I move it to where we’re joined.
“You need both.” His rough callouses against my clit sparks more sensation.
