Page 66 of Art of Love
“What, love?” A wild smile lit up her gorgeous face.
“Your bird wants you again.”
A night of wild sex, and still I wanted more. The sassy look on her face was enough to make me go hard. I didn’t think I had anything left in me, and I was certain that exhaustion would kick in at some point. I thought it might have kicked in now, but it didn’t.
We could have had sex a hundred times, and I would still want her just as bad as the first time.
That need for her consumed me. She rose up onto her elbows and held me in place with the sexual heat of her stare.
“You can have me,” I managed.
Her smile widened with delight. “It’s a new day, so I want to start it by exploring you.”
She could do whatever the hell she wanted with me. The woman had me under her spell, and I would do whatever she wanted me to do.
I straightened when I saw what she was doing, moving the sheet away so she could get to my cock. Her beautiful breasts bounced as she moved, and that hair flicked over her left shoulder and down her face made me crazy. She looked sexy as hell.
I ran my hands over the fine, silky strands of her hair as she lowered to lick the tip of my cock. That made me harden even more so that by the time she secured her perfectly manicured fingers around the base, I grew long and thick in her hands, straining to be inside her, straining for release.
She closed her gorgeous lips over the head and took me deep into her mouth, all while keeping her eyes trained on me.
Like fuck. I didn’t think I’d ever come across a sexier, more confident woman who could make me feel like this.
Like I was hers. All hers.
Her head bobbled up and down as she worked me with her mouth and stroked my balls with her hands.
“Jia, that feels so fucking good.” It did. She increased her pace, and the combo of watching her move up and down my cock and her breasts bouncing sent me over the edge.
I was either going to finish in her mouth or inside her. If I was going to choose, it had to be now.
I hadn’t finished in her mouth yet, and the idea aroused me further, but finishing inside her topped that. It topped it because I wanted to see the pleasure on her face and give her pleasure too.
“Jia. I want you, love. Come here.” She followed my thinking and lay on her back.
I grabbed a condom quickly and shoved it on.
She moaned a sexy, purry moan with a half-smile.
I liked it. I loved whatever sound she made, and I wanted to hear it again.
She was ready for me when I pushed inside her. We’d done this so many times that her body was used to mine now.
I didn’t need to take my time easing into her. Her sweet pussy welcomed me.
I tried to pump slow at first, but it was near impossible. It was like my need to consume her took over, and I wanted her so badly it hurt.
I pumped steadily, then faster, moving at a gentle rhythm so I could last.
Mindless sounds of pleasure fell from her lips, and her walls tightened around my cock, clenching and urging me to go faster. I did, and it felt good. Going fast only encouraged me to go faster still, until I was pounding into her, fucking her into ecstatic bliss and pure ecstasy.
“Hunter...” She reached for my hand on her hip and squeezed. The gesture reached into me, reached deep inside me to my soul.
But then, fuck, the moment was gone, robbed by passion that wanted to hold us in its claws.
I pounded harder, and she cried out my name pressing her head back into the soft pillows.
We came with a blast of something powerful that licked at the tips of my nerves with a heated blaze that was so electrifying I growled through my release.
