Page 81 of Take the Lead
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Christ, Gina.”
“I’m going to try to get you in even deeper this time,” she said, before closing her mouth around the head and sucking hard.
Sensation zinged through his body, from her action and her words. His head thumped against the headboard of the bed and he closed his eyes while she worked on him.
A few days ago, she’d said she was tired of mouthing half his dick, and she wanted to practice taking him deeper. He’d almost expired on the spot.
Bless her competitive spirit.
He had to keep his eyes closed. If he looked, if he saw her methodically lubing him up with her tongue and then swallowing him into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, he’d lose control and come right there.
Sometimes she blew him until he came. She’d done it once while he sat on the sofa in her living room, in full view of the door, even though Natasha could have come in at any moment. That time had been like fucking fireworks going off in his balls. He still dreamed about it.
But most of the time, like tonight, he was too anxious to get inside her. To feel her hugging his dick like a glove, her wholebody wrapped around him while she moaned in his ear and dug her nails into his back. They were in the city of angels and she was heaven on earth and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Her mouth moved up and down on him, the rhythm of her lips and tongue in perfect harmony.
Heaven.
It was too much. Too soon. He wrapped his hand in her hair and gave a gentle tug. “Gina.”
She sped up her movements, squeezing him tighter with her mouth. A tremor shook his body as pleasure spiraled along his nerves.
“Gina.”
“Hmm?” Her hum vibrated through his dick, sending a shiver up his spine. He gripped her shoulders and eased her off him.
“I’m too close.” He dragged her up his body and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Are you ready?”
Before he could touch her to check, she straddled his lap and rubbed her wet, open pussy on his dick, coating him with her juices.
“What do you think?” she asked, her voice husky. “Am I ready for you?”
She was driving him to distraction. His hands clenched on her hips, halting her movement. “Condoms. They’re in my—”
“I want to feel you, Stone.”
He stilled as her words sank in. “Are you sure?”
She took a deep breath and let it out. “Yes. I’m on the pill, and I have Plan B at home. Plus we both had physicals before we started filming.”
He knew she was on the pill. Hell, he’d seen her taking it during rehearsal when the alarm on her phone went off. But he’d never had sex without a condom before. Being one of seven kids had taught him the importance of protection.
The urge to be inside her still compelled him, but her invitation humbled him. To feel her, skin to skin, would be his undoing. And he wanted it more than his next breath.
Nodding, he took her mouth in a deep, penetrating kiss. Sheclutched his shoulders, shifting so he could position himself at her entrance. She was slick and ready. His knee twinged as he slid into her warmth, pushing until he was fully seated inside her core.
She sighed in his ear. Pressed chest to chest, her heart thumped against his.
Nothing between them.Heaven.
True to her promise, Gina did all the work. She rocked her hips, moaning each time he filled her. She undulated her spine, shimmied on his cock, and set a slow burning rhythm that stoked the fire between them.
Face-to-face, he kissed her slow and deep. With his cock surging inside her, the tangling of their tongues was another level of connection, of closeness.
Pressure built in his balls, but he wanted her to come first. He loved to watch her break apart at his touch.
Slipping a hand between them, he ran his fingertips along her folds where they parted around him. She was wet and soft, so soft. When she moaned, he rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb, and her moan turned to a gasping sob.
