Page 97 of Burning Love
“I need a condom.”
“Right here,” she said, turning to the small beside table and opening a drawer.
She gave him a flash of her ass cheeks as she’d done it. Purposely.
He got the hint because he was on the bed in seconds, his hands on her ass caressing her.
“I want you to ride me.”
“That was the plan,” she said.
She turned with the condom in her hand, opened it up and nudged him on his back.
He was covered quickly while she shimmied over his hips and lifted the hem of her sexy bedroom attire.
His hands went to her hips. “Do you want me to rip this off of you?”
Her eyes darkened. “No. Maybe another time. There isn’t much to it, and I can shift it out of the way.”
“Even better.”
She lifted up, moved the tiny damp string from between her lady parts, lined him up and sank down fast.
“I love the feeling of you inside of me.” She moved up and then down. “I’ve been thinking of this all week and how much fun we were going to have here.”
“We could do this at my place too if you stayed the night.”
He’d never brought it up before.
She’d spent the night at a boyfriend’s house in the past. Her mother wasn’t always fond of it but would never say no.
“You haven’t asked. I asked you here.”
He looked confused over those words. Or maybe he was losing his train of thought as she rode him slowly.
She was struggling to form much of a thought.
“Next time then,” he said. “We can stay there.”
She put her hands on his chest, leaned forward and had her breasts close to his face.
“Next time. Think of now though.”
He lifted his head, his mouth landing on her nipple. He barely touched it and she was jerking back and moaning, but he yanked her forward and kept her in place.
It’d never felt so right before.
So good.
So strong!
The mixture of the lace, his wet tongue, and the suction of his mouth was sending her hormones into overdrive.
Her hips were moving faster, one of his hands on her waist, the other on her other breast.
He found her ripe nipple with his thumb and finger just ready for picking.
Instead he pinched her, she squealed as the combination of pain and pleasure shot through her body like a sniper’s bullet.
