Page 50 of Catch of a Lifetime
Because while his hand-kissing action was sweet, what he was doing a little further south was not so sweet. It had started slowly with a few small hitches of his hips, and had smoothed out into a gentle, rhythmic roll.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked into his face, then down at where our pelvises were pressed together. Make that stuck together. I wiggled experimentally. Oh, would you look at that? My dick had something to say about it after all.
I was astonished. I didn’t think I’d ever recovered that fast in my life.
Dave raised his eyebrows and flexed up into me.
I rocked with him a few times, holding his gaze, and then slowly peeled myself off him and shuffled about to straddle him. I pretended that I was going to settle on top of the dick he was helpfully holding steady for me, and at the last minute, I threw myself off the sofa and bolted for the bedroom.
He snarled and came after me, making the floorboards creak and groan.
I made it to the stairs and laughed breathlessly as I lunged up them, two at a time.
He made fake-threatening noises behind me and his fingertips brushed down my spine, over my arse, glanced off my thighs.
He was faster than me. If he’d wanted to, he’d have snatched me up before I even hit the bottom step.
Reaching the top of the stairs, I rushed for my bedroom. I was halfway across the room when he shoved his hands under my armpits from behind, lifted me off my feet mid-run, and threw me at the bed face-first.
I hit the mattress with a thump and squawked when he landed on top.
He gnawed lightly on the back of my neck while he went right for my hole, stroking over it with demand. He circled it all of twice before slipping a finger in.
I yelped at the sting of it and he stilled.
“Lubricant,” I reminded him.
He patted my arse in apology and crushed the air clean out of me as he reached over for the bedside table.
I whooped in a breath when he lifted his weight off. It came back out in a long, slutty moan. Dave had been baffled by my need for a little something to ease the way before he shoved his dick in there, but he was a champion at it by now. When he didn’t forget.
The only complaint I had was that sometimes he went overboard. I suppose it made sense. He was a merman. He liked it wet.
I grabbed a pillow and held on as he returned to my hole and set about preparing me. Thankfully, he wasn’t in the moodto prolong things and get me squirming. Mostly because I was squirming already.
My hips moved restlessly against the covers and my legs were about as open as I could get them. I dragged my knees up and under me a little to give him better access to my arse.
He lifted his upper body off me and made an admiring sound as he held the sides of my buttocks, squeezing them together and lifting them. He kissed the base of my spine and dragged his hot mouth over the curve of first one cheek and then the other. I started to shake.
He slid his mouth teasingly in a line over the top of my arse, from one side to the other. He moved an inch lower and did it again. Again.Again.
I reached behind me and tangled my fingers in his hair, right as he separated my cheeks and?—
And nothing.
“Dave,” I said. “What are you doing?”
He still didn’t do anything.
I let go of his hair to push up onto my elbows and crane my head back to see what the problem was.
He’d been waiting for it, the bastard.
As soon as we made eye contact, he ducked down and dragged his tongue from my balls to my spine. Hot, wet, and demanding.
“Oh my god,” I whispered faintly.
He grinned and then, still holding my gaze, poked a finger right up my bum.
