“I know you know. I just wanted you to know I know you know.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I have to say it?”
“Yes...” He breathed the word onto her breast and her nipple hardened.
“I want you to suck my nipples.”
“Is that so?”
“It is so and you said—”
He covered her nipple with his mouth and licked it. Abruptly Joey went silent. He massaged her breast with his open mouth for a few delicious moments before latching on to her nipple and sucking. She moaned as he swirled his tongue around the tip and took it into his mouth gently but deeply. Not to be outdone in the torture department, Joey reached between his legs and stroked his erection with her soft little hands. He could tell she was using just her fingertips, barely touching him, almost tickling. It drove him wild. He was hard already but getting harder with every passing second. He caught her wrists and pushed them over her head again, pinning her to the bed.
“Not fair,” she pouted. God, he loved it when women pouted like that—Yes, please, act like I’m the meanest man in the world for not letting you stroke me off. I will reward that pout in ways you can’t even imagine...
“Life isn’t fair, little girl. You lie there under me and behave yourself like I told you to and when you’re allowed to rub my cock I’ll tell you.”
“Am I allowed to rub your cock right now?”
“No. You’re allowed to lie there while I fuck you. I’m going to fuck you right now. Unless you want to pout some more.”
“Nope. I’m good. I’m all done pouting.”
Jesus, did he just call her “little girl”? He did have it bad for her already. Already or still or something like that. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to think about how much he’d kick himself for doing this tomorrow when he realized he’d had the sexiest sex of his life with a woman he wouldn’t see again for years. If ever.
He sat up and rolled on the condom. Joey watched. Did she know how hot that was? Being watched while he touched himself?
“I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid,” he said.
“That was out of left field. Like way left field.” Joey smiled, which was a good reaction to his non sequitur.
“There’s a point to that comment.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
Chris kneed her thighs apart and lowered himself onto her. With one hand he braced himself over her. With the other he guided his cock to the entrance of her vagina.
“Every kid wants to be an astronaut,” he said, talking to keep himself from coming immediately. Fuck, he was doing it. Joey. Inside Joey. “But kids don’t get to be astronauts and they grow up and they’re doctors or lawyers or plumbers or nannies or whatever. I dreamed of being with you when I was a kid. And it’s like...”
“Like what?” Joey dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips to take him inside her. He let her, didn’t try to stop her, let her work her pelvis so she was bringing herself around him instead of him thrusting into her. That would come later.
“Like I dreamed of being an astronaut as a kid and then I grew up and didn’t give that dream a second thought because what grown man with his own business still goes around dreaming of being an astronaut? And then one random day, years after you give up on that dream, NASA shows up and says, ‘Hey, congrats, you get to be an astronaut now. Let’s go.’ I’d forgotten I had that dream, but you better believe I’d be on the next rocket to space.”
Joey lifted her arms, wrapped them around his neck and brought him down onto her body.
“That’s the sweetest, weirdest compliment a man has ever given me.” She kissed his mouth and he had to make himself stop smiling to kiss her back.
“Yeah, well...all the blood is in my cock right now. I blame the weird on that.”
“What do you blame the sweet on?”
“On you, Joey.”
He thrust into her then, a smooth hard stroke that went deep. Joey sighed with unmistakable pleasure. Of all the sounds that a woman made during sex, his favorite was the sound of relief when he finally penetrated her. Like she’d been waiting for this moment, and finally...thank God, he was inside her. He knew how she felt. He pulled out an inch or two and pushed back in, finding his groove, his best angle to move in her. Even with the condom on he could feel her wetness surrounding him and her heat, her incredible heat. Beneath him she moved in slow undulations, lifting and circling her hips, circling and spiraling, spiraling and pushing. Chris listened to her breaths—ragged and shallow. She licked her lips and her head fell back when he pushed in deeper.
“Open wider for me, babe,” he said into her ear.