I’m here because walking away from her is harder and harder every time.
She seems to sense where my thoughts are because her lashes lower. “Don’t say it. Please. Just let me have this moment before we have to go back to reality.”
She shifts and her hand lands on my chest to steady herself. My heart is banging beneath my ribs and when she feels it, her eyes lift to mine again. Whatever she sees there seems to make her brave because her hand slips down to the waistband of my sweatpants. Then she cups me through the soft cotton.
“Fuck!” I can’t hold back at the jolt of pure pleasure that races up my spine.
Sasha is just as bold as I would have expected because she’s got me in a firm grip, the kind that means business. Her brown eyes are heated as she swipes her thumb up and down the length of my cock, biting her lip when my fingers tighten around her waist.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, beautiful. Because my self-control is pretty much nonexistent when it comes to you already.”
She slides one leg over my lap, straddling me. “Good. I don’t want you controlled. I don’t want your lines or that phony face you show to the world. I want you. The real you.”
* * * * *
Sasha’s lips crash down on mine, hot and sweet and I have to grab the back of her nightshirt to keep my hands from going crazy. I want to touch every inch of her, stroke every bit of her smooth skin until she’s panting beneath me. But I know that I need to have slightly more finesse than that.
She tears her mouth from mine finally, taking several deep gasping breaths. Already her eyes are slumberous, her cheeks flushed with her desire. An intensely masculine sense of satisfaction makes me grasp her tighter. I put that look on her face. I made her lose her breath.
And I’m the one who’s going to have her screaming under me.
Sasha pulls her nightshirt over her head and then squeals when I stand suddenly, holding her securely against my chest. Her arms tighten around my neck in a stranglehold and her legs wrap around my waist. It brings her right up against my dick in a way that she can’t avoid.
“Oh!” She glances down and then back up at me, bashfully.
“That’s right, beautiful. Get used to feeling him because he’s always ready around you.”
“Well, I understand that. After all, I feel the same way. I want you, Gabe.” She nuzzles her nose against my cheek and does this little arch thing with her back. It rubs her right against me in a way that almost makes me come right then and there.
“Fuck, baby. You are killing me here.” Blindly, I turn toward her bedroom, not even looking where I’m going, just determined to get her horizontal. Her hands tighten in my hair and she pulls my mouth back to hers, sucking my tongue into her mouth.
I almost stub my toe as I stumble through the doorway into her room and it’s nothing more than blind luck that lands us on the bed when I finally collapse. Sasha drops her arms over her head, suddenly demure. Then she arches her hips. Without a word I understand her signal and hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and her pajama bottoms. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I slide them down.
Her breathing speeds up as they hit the floor but she keeps her legs squeezed together.
“Open up for me, baby.” My voice sounds heavier than usual, raspy but damn if I’m not already on the edge of insanity. I want to go slow, savor her and bring her more pleasure than she’s ever known but there’s a fierce need to dominate and possess riding me. A need to splay her open and sink in, to take her fast and hard until I’m so deep she’ll never even think another man’s name.
“Gabe, you can’t look at it.” Her cheeks color pink and the contrast against her gorgeous brown skin tone is insanely arousing.
“I’m going to be doing a lot more than looking at it, beautiful.” I gently nudge between her legs and then notch her legs over my shoulders. “I’m going to be looking and touching and tasting.”
She lets out a little huff that morphs into a low moan at the first brush of my tongue against her pussy. Her mouth falls open and she lets out the sexiest little whimper that hits me right between the eyes.
I work slowly, knowing that every soft brush of my tongue will push her higher, make her crave what I can give her. I trail my fingers up and down her legs. She's so soft. Everywhere. I can't get enough of her taste, drawing her little clit between my lips over and over.
"Gabe!" Suddenly her back arches and her legs tighten around my head.
It's a heady feeling, having her pliant and trusting beneath me like this. I want to get inside her in every way. I smile against her thigh, taking a little nip that makes her moan before giving her what she wants.
When I take her clit beneath my teeth gently and thrust a finger inside, she lets out another soft cry and shudders beneath me. I want to lap it all up, every bit of her desire, and then do it all again.
She's still panting when pull back and yank my shirt over my head. Kicking out of my sweatpants, I lower myself on top of her. Her hands immediately grip my hair, pulling me to her for another deep kiss.
Making my way down her body, I skim my tongue over the tempting curves of her breasts, stopping to take a nipple deep. Her helpless sigh eggs me on and I tongue the sharp peak until she gasps and squirms beneath me. I feel drugged, the scent rising from her skin so enticing that I have the urge to rub myself against her until it's all over me.
She seems to sense where my thoughts are because her lashes lower. “Don’t say it. Please. Just let me have this moment before we have to go back to reality.”
She shifts and her hand lands on my chest to steady herself. My heart is banging beneath my ribs and when she feels it, her eyes lift to mine again. Whatever she sees there seems to make her brave because her hand slips down to the waistband of my sweatpants. Then she cups me through the soft cotton.
“Fuck!” I can’t hold back at the jolt of pure pleasure that races up my spine.
Sasha is just as bold as I would have expected because she’s got me in a firm grip, the kind that means business. Her brown eyes are heated as she swipes her thumb up and down the length of my cock, biting her lip when my fingers tighten around her waist.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, beautiful. Because my self-control is pretty much nonexistent when it comes to you already.”
She slides one leg over my lap, straddling me. “Good. I don’t want you controlled. I don’t want your lines or that phony face you show to the world. I want you. The real you.”
* * * * *
Sasha’s lips crash down on mine, hot and sweet and I have to grab the back of her nightshirt to keep my hands from going crazy. I want to touch every inch of her, stroke every bit of her smooth skin until she’s panting beneath me. But I know that I need to have slightly more finesse than that.
She tears her mouth from mine finally, taking several deep gasping breaths. Already her eyes are slumberous, her cheeks flushed with her desire. An intensely masculine sense of satisfaction makes me grasp her tighter. I put that look on her face. I made her lose her breath.
And I’m the one who’s going to have her screaming under me.
Sasha pulls her nightshirt over her head and then squeals when I stand suddenly, holding her securely against my chest. Her arms tighten around my neck in a stranglehold and her legs wrap around my waist. It brings her right up against my dick in a way that she can’t avoid.
“Oh!” She glances down and then back up at me, bashfully.
“That’s right, beautiful. Get used to feeling him because he’s always ready around you.”
“Well, I understand that. After all, I feel the same way. I want you, Gabe.” She nuzzles her nose against my cheek and does this little arch thing with her back. It rubs her right against me in a way that almost makes me come right then and there.
“Fuck, baby. You are killing me here.” Blindly, I turn toward her bedroom, not even looking where I’m going, just determined to get her horizontal. Her hands tighten in my hair and she pulls my mouth back to hers, sucking my tongue into her mouth.
I almost stub my toe as I stumble through the doorway into her room and it’s nothing more than blind luck that lands us on the bed when I finally collapse. Sasha drops her arms over her head, suddenly demure. Then she arches her hips. Without a word I understand her signal and hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and her pajama bottoms. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I slide them down.
Her breathing speeds up as they hit the floor but she keeps her legs squeezed together.
“Open up for me, baby.” My voice sounds heavier than usual, raspy but damn if I’m not already on the edge of insanity. I want to go slow, savor her and bring her more pleasure than she’s ever known but there’s a fierce need to dominate and possess riding me. A need to splay her open and sink in, to take her fast and hard until I’m so deep she’ll never even think another man’s name.
“Gabe, you can’t look at it.” Her cheeks color pink and the contrast against her gorgeous brown skin tone is insanely arousing.
“I’m going to be doing a lot more than looking at it, beautiful.” I gently nudge between her legs and then notch her legs over my shoulders. “I’m going to be looking and touching and tasting.”
She lets out a little huff that morphs into a low moan at the first brush of my tongue against her pussy. Her mouth falls open and she lets out the sexiest little whimper that hits me right between the eyes.
I work slowly, knowing that every soft brush of my tongue will push her higher, make her crave what I can give her. I trail my fingers up and down her legs. She's so soft. Everywhere. I can't get enough of her taste, drawing her little clit between my lips over and over.
"Gabe!" Suddenly her back arches and her legs tighten around my head.
It's a heady feeling, having her pliant and trusting beneath me like this. I want to get inside her in every way. I smile against her thigh, taking a little nip that makes her moan before giving her what she wants.
When I take her clit beneath my teeth gently and thrust a finger inside, she lets out another soft cry and shudders beneath me. I want to lap it all up, every bit of her desire, and then do it all again.
She's still panting when pull back and yank my shirt over my head. Kicking out of my sweatpants, I lower myself on top of her. Her hands immediately grip my hair, pulling me to her for another deep kiss.
Making my way down her body, I skim my tongue over the tempting curves of her breasts, stopping to take a nipple deep. Her helpless sigh eggs me on and I tongue the sharp peak until she gasps and squirms beneath me. I feel drugged, the scent rising from her skin so enticing that I have the urge to rub myself against her until it's all over me.
