Page 69 of Romancing His Heart
Pulling back, he lowers his gaze to my chest, and his cock bobs angrily between us. My eyes dart back and forth between his face and his dick while I wait for his next move. Somehow, I know he needs to be the one to make it. I want him to make it. When he leans down and blows warm air on my nipple, it hardens to a painful peak that he quickly takes into his mouth and soothes with his flattened tongue.
Jesus, this man knows how to use his tongue.
He trails a finger down my center, and I whimper, “Loki, please.”
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Fuck, yes.”
A slow, Cheshire-like smile glides across his face as he wraps a fist around his engorged length.
God, it’s huge. I nod, even though I’m not sure if he asked a question. Licking my lips, I tentatively reach out. My fingertip runs over the velvety head, and he hisses his approval. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick from palm to fingertip and watch his eyes darken.
Sliding my moistened hand back to his shaft, I give it a gentle tug and see Loki’s jaw tick. Giving head has never been something I’ve wanted before, but with him, I crave it. I want this man’s dick in my mouth like I want my last meal, and he knows it.
Placing a hand over mine, he guides me in the motion he prefers. It’s firm and uncompromising. I have an insight into how he will fuck. Fast and hard. My pussy clamps down at the thought.
Wiggling, I attempt to slide off the counter. I need him in my mouth. Loki takes a step back, but doesn’t let me fall to my knees as I’d planned.
“Not today. If you put that dirty mouth on my cock right now, it’ll be over before we even start.”
Start? Jesus, I thought we were in the final round.
Correctly reading my confusion, Loki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart, trust me. This is just the beginning.”
“Gulp.”
Did I really just say gulp?
Loki reaches past me and opens a drawer where he pulls out a box of condoms.
“Apparently, we can thank GG for these,” he grumbles while tearing the box open.
“That woman should be a spokeswoman for Trojan.” I smirk. The smile vanishes as Loki rolls the condom over the weeping head of his shaft.
He steps forward, so my chest is flush with his rib cage, and I have to tilt my head to make eye contact.
“Are you ready for me, Red?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“I told you I did.”
“I need you to say it. Consent is sexy. It was drilled into all of us at an early age.” He grins.
“Fuck me, Loki. Please.”
He hooks an arm under my left knee and pulls my leg up the side of his body.
“What was it you said about sex standing up being impossible?”
“I-ah, oh shit.”
He grins wickedly as he dips low, bringing his cock to my entrance. Standing to his full height, he slowly enters me. The blood rushing to every part of my body whooshes loudly in my ears.
He dips again, but this time when he stands, he thrusts his hips up and forward.
