Page 48 of Bayside Heat
“Fuck, babe. You are stunning.” He dragged the silky panties over her thighs, around her sex, making her center clench with anticipation. “Do you know how many years I’ve dreamed of this? Of you lying naked beneath me?” He ran her panties lightly up her side, and she squirmed with the tickle and tried to cover up. “Move that hand, sweetheart. Next time I’ll use your panties to bind those pretty little wrists of yours.”
“Do it,” she begged, and lifted her wrists.
He grabbed one wrist and sucked the underside of it, earning more sinful pleas. “I need your hands on me tonight. But we’ll get there,” he promised, and stepped from the bed.
He dug his wallet from his back pocket and tossed it on the nightstand and then stripped off his clothes. She licked her lips, her eyes locked on his cock, as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. Just the thought of her hands on him made his body throb. She reached for him at the same time he roughly spread her legs. Her eyes darted up to his, and he caught her hand before she touched him.
“Now I’m in a quandary, Supergirl. I want your hands and mouth on me, but I’m so fucking hungry for you, I don’t think I can wait.”
He dragged his tongue across her palm. Then he sucked her fingers into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. She breathed harder, looking so sexy, so beautiful and trusting, he ached with love for her.
“Just let me touch you for a second,” she pleaded.
Oh yeah. Every damn second of his life had led to her, all right. They were made for each other. He guided her hand to his cock, covering it with his own. She gave his shaft a series of tight strokes. His hips bucked, fucking her fist, and she quickened her pace, squeezing tighter as she stroked the head. He gritted his teeth at the immense pleasures.
“What do you like?” she asked breathlessly.
“Fuuuuck, baby.” He grabbed her hand. “I like you. Everything about you, and right now I’m half a second from burying my cock in your mouth and coming down your throat.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do it.”
“Christ, you are a dirty girl. I’m not coming in your mouth before you come on mine.”
“Just one little suck?” She scooted up to a sitting position and ran her tongue slowly across her lower lip, then along the sweet bow of her upper lip.
His cock wept to get in her sexy mouth.
When she reached for him, he didn’t stop her. She guided his cock into her mouth, and holy fucking hell, she sucked and swirled, following her sweet, hot mouth with a stroke of her hand. The sight alone was enough to make him come. She took him to the back of her throat, her eyes locked on his with a look as devastatingly sexy as it was challenging. She quickened her pace, and he was right there with her, pistoning his hips as she fondled his balls, until a rush of pressure skated down his spine, and he knew if he didn’t pull back, he’d lose it.
Losing it was not an option.
He withdrew from her mouth, earning a gasp and a whimper, which he silenced with a fierce kiss.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he ground out as he swept her beneath him.
She leaned up and nipped at his lips. “What took you so long to notice?”
“Baby, I’ve known you were my kryptonite forever.”
He kissed her again, slow and deep, enjoying the feel of her nakedness against him. And then he kissed her longer, because he was in no hurry to relinquish her mouth. His cock rubbed against her center, slick with her arousal. Every rock of his hips earned a moan, a quiver, a gasp. She was so sensual, so alluring, he craved seeing her shiver and quake. He kissed his way down her neck, over her breasts, loving every inch from ribs to belly button. He lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, kissing and sucking, making her squirm and moan. Her intoxicating scent overwhelmed him, unleashing more carnal urges. He lifted her knees, spreading them wider, and devoured the tender skin all around her sex until she was clawing at the sheets.
“Please, Drake. I can’t take it. I need your mouth on me.”
She arched off the mattress, reaching between her legs. She pushed her fingers over her wetness, and he grabbed her hand.
“You’re not rushing me, Serena.” He sucked her fingers clean, her essence bursting over his tongue like a long-awaited celebration.
