She pressed her soft lips to mine. “Kiss me.”
My mouth returned to hers, and our lips fell into perfect harmony. We moved with the same fluidity as last time, our kiss scorching despite how slow it was. I tilted her chin up slightly so I had greater access to that beautiful mouth. Her tongue greeted mine before her hand wrapped around my wrist, her thumb pressed right against my pulse.
She was the best kisser I’d ever had.
No wonder Tristan was obsessed.
The kiss continued in the kitchen for minutes, our lips breaking apart with audible noises and groans. There was no way she could kiss me like this and not mean it, not feel the passion that burned between us. She wanted this as much as I did. I could feel it in her kiss, feel her ache. I’d been with a lot of women, and I knew when they wanted me—and when they were paid to want me.
She definitely wanted me.
Her hands moved to my jeans, and she unbuttoned them without breaking our kiss.
My heart spiked with adrenaline when I imagined sinking into that warm pussy. I wanted to be buried between her thighs for the rest of the night, my cock riding through the slickness my mouth and fingers had met previously. I wanted to pump her full with my come, but I also wanted her to scream my name with satisfaction. A woman’s pleasure wasn’t always my priority, but I definitely wanted to make her feel good. I wanted her to know how good sex could be.
She pushed my jeans and boxers down until my enormous cock popped out, thick and red at the tip. I already knew how I wanted to take her for the first time. I wanted her in my bedroom, on her back on top of the sheets.
She pulled her lips away from mine, heat in her expression. Her mouth was still slightly parted, and I could see her tongue. Then she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
I wanted my dick to get sucked, but I wanted to fuck her more. “No.”
She glanced up at me from the floor, looking like a goddamn wet dream.
“I want you.” My meaning was absolutely clear even if I didn’t formally say it. I wanted sex. I wanted to feel the sweat down my back from our writhing bodies. I wanted us to feel connected in the most intimate way possible.
It was the first time she hesitated, dropping her gaze.
I knew what that meant. She still wasn’t ready.
I hid my disappointment. All I had to do was threaten to take her back to Tristan, and her legs would be spread in no time. But I wanted her to want me, to want me to fuck her into the mattress until she was filled with my come. “Come with me.” I pulled her to her feet then lifted her up into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms hooked around my neck. I kissed her as I carried her to my bedroom upstairs, a room she’d never entered. My mouth devoured hers all over again, and my big dick pressed against her folds. Even if I couldn’t have all of her, I was going to have some of her.
I set her on the bed then removed her clothes, yanking everything away because I wanted her naked as soon as possible. When I grabbed her thong and pulled it down her long legs, I stared at the nub at the apex of her thighs.
My cock twitched.
I wanted that pussy more than anything else in my life.
I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped the rest of my clothes. My dick was pointed straight at her, and the head bubbled with arousal. He wanted to slide between her lips and stretch her out to the perfect size.
But that would have to wait for another time.
I crawled on top of her and kissed her again, feeling our naked bodies touch each other. Her skin was warm and soft, just as it was the last time I devoured her. My hands dug into her as I possessed her. An instant later, my fingers were on her hips then between her legs. My fingers found her clit, and I rubbed it aggressively as I kissed her.
She moaned into my mouth the instant she felt the pressure.
I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my length, telling her what I wanted.
Her hand hesitated before she jerked me off, sliding up and down my impressive length and squeezing me with the perfect amount of force. Her thumb brushed over my head and swiped the bead of liquid that formed at the surface. She rubbed it into the rest of my length, lubricating my cock.
My tongue was buried in her mouth, and my fingers were glued to her pussy. This wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but for now, it was good enough. She was naked, and I was naked. We’d make it work.