Bain tasted like smoky cinnamon heaven.
I licked the fat tip of his cock, loving the heavy feel of him on my tongue, savoring the taste of him. It was amazing. He was amazing.
Not him him.
His body.
His big muscles (I kneaded his ass cheeks) and his pretty cock (I sucked the tip into my mouth).
Not the guy underneath the sex god body. I barely knew the man underneath all the smoking hotness.
Lie, my conscience hollered.
I did know him.
If he was some complete stranger with a hot body, I doubted I’d be having fantasies of riding his bare cock while I sucked him.
Holy hosanna, he felt wonderful in my mouth.
Lord save me from my foolish ways.
I looked up and fell into his glowing green gaze. I’d gone and fallen for the guy with the beautiful eyes, gorgeous body, and pretty cock.
I swirled my tongue around his crown, and he moaned, his gaze never leaving mine. I’d fallen for the guy who got all fierce when he thought I needed protecting.
I moved my hand along the base of his cock as I bobbed up and down. I’d fallen for the guy who opened doors for me and defended me against gropers.
I fondled his balls, relishing the heavy weight of them in my hand. I’d fallen for the guy who knew how to hold me when I was upset, and let me leak mascara tears all over him without complaint.
I sucked and lapped and stroked, loving the panting harsh breaths I’d reduced him to. I’d fallen for the guy who smiled the sweetest smile when I sang off-key pop tunes in his SUV.
Our eyes met again as I worked him with my mouth. I’d fallen for the guy I caught looking at me like I was an angel fallen from the sky.
I might need more than the Lord on this one. Maybe Gran and Mabel could lend a hand, too, because I was in deep trouble.
“Enough,” Bain whispered roughly. He groaned and threw his head back when I gave him a good strong suck before complying.
His voice gritty, he said, “I need to be inside you.”
“I want that, too.”
He gently pushed me back on the bed, and I looked up at him as he knelt over me.
His expression was as intense and fierce as I’d ever seen, and yet filled with passion. Like he wanted me so bad he hurt.
Then he touched me, tracing his fingers along my jaw, neck, breasts, waist. Like he wanted to memorize the feel and shape of my body.
I wanted more than soft touches and hot looks. I wanted to feel his big body on top of me, inside me, owning me.
It was like I’d spoken my wish aloud, because he groaned and then his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding.
His chest pressed against my breasts, and when I arched my back, I could feel the hard, hot length of him against me.
His lips left mine, trailing a path along my jaw. His breath made me shiver as he whispered in my ear, “I want to feel you milk my cock when you fall over the edge.”
Oh, I wanted that so much. Except… I pushed against his chest so I could look him in the eyes. “Do you always use a condom?”
His eyes narrowed. “Yes.”
“Are you safe?” I couldn’t believe I was asking him that literally as our naked bodies were pressed together, but—I wanted to feel him bare inside me. And I trusted him to be honest.
His eyes sparked a deep green, and his reply was harsh with need. “Yes.”
“I’m, uh, I’m on the pill, if you—”
His mouth devoured mine.
His knee nudged my legs wider apart and his fingers pressed inside me. My hips shifted, looking for satisfaction.
I didn’t have to wait. There was no more teasing, just Bain, thick and hard and bare pressing against my entrance.
With his cockhead notched against my slick passage, his eyes met mine. “I want to fuck you so good. I want to fill you up.”
I nodded, because I wanted that, too.
“Are you ready to come for me?” His gaze drilled into mine, like he was looking for an answer to a different question altogether.
“Yes, please.” The words emerged like a plea.
His cock was still huge, and it was still a snug fit, but I was drenched with need and so ready for him.
He worked himself in slowly until he was fully seated. Then he moved with a rhythm that drove me wild.
Skin to skin, nothing between us, he gave me everything he’d promised. He worked me over, filled me up, and made me want like I’ve never wanted before.
My eyes only teared a little when I realized that I needed more than he was giving me. More than sex.
But then he changed the angle, hitting my clit with each thrust, and all I felt was slick, hot want as he thrust inside me over and over again.
There was no room for anything but Bain, me, and our desire for each other.