Page 81 of Sterling Heat

Enya’s mouth is a sudden distraction. She kisses the tip of my stiff shaft, which leaks, almost crying for more attention. She swipes her tongue over the slit at the same time she squeezes at the hard length in her hand.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I groan, tipping back my head while reaching for Enya’s hair. Scooping the silky length around my fist, I tug the rough twist to the back of her neck. While I would not mind her hair cascading over me, draping over my thighs and curtaining my belly I want to see her taking me between her lips.

Opening wide and drawing me to the back of her throat, she doesn’t disappoint. Not that I thought she ever would. From the moment I met her, she’s been a wet dream. A fantasy filling my nights while I clutched myself in my own fist.

Enya shifts, swallowing my length before dragging her mouth to the crown. Teasing. Tempting. She’s a siren. A playful vixen who is going to wreck me in the best way.

“Sugar,” I quietly growl, tightening my hold on her hair. With my head tipping forward, I watch her bob up and down, drawing me into the cavern of her mouth. This is going to be embarrassing because I’m not going to last long.

Months of only memories since that first kiss. Weeks of her nearness but not touching her. Only twenty-four hours since that reuniting kiss. Another few hours from promising I’d try at us.

Us. Her and me.

My balls draw up, distracting me. My back tightens as the pressure builds faster, weighs heavier. I can’t stop the spiral.

“Enya,” I warn, tugging at her hair to pull her back, afraid I’m going to be too much, too soon.

Only she claps one hand underneath my ass, squeezing at the flexed globe and holding me firmly in place as she sucks me until I have no choice but to release down her throat.

My head falls back, eyes wide but unfocused on the ceiling. My body drains of pent-up desire.

I’m floating in this rush. Swimming in this abyss. Willing to drown in whatever is happening to me.

Is this love? I refuse to believe it’s only lust.

Slowly, Enya pulls up my spent dick, swirling her tongue around the crown once more before tenderly kissing the tip. She shifts, and kisses the crook of my leg, where it meets my balls. Then she skims her nose along the V of my hip. I’m going to get a tattoo there to remember this moment.

Her movements are almost as invigorating as her tasting me. The action feels intimate, worshipful.

Could she love me?

My head screams to push her away. I’m not someone she should love.

My heart, however, hammers, begging me to ask her to never stop. I want to feel like this forever.

I’m blissed out, I argue. The euphoria of an orgasm. The argument doesn’t hold, though.

Enya is better than any dopamine high. She’s like some rare, unique drug, specific only to her. The way she looks at me, like I could be her everything. The way she thanks me all the fucking time, but she’s genuine. The way her body works with mine, making me feel like a man reborn.

I lift both my hands and rub the heels against my eyes.

What is this woman doing to me?

A tiny squawk reminds us we aren’t alone. Adara holds a special place in my heart as well.

Love is too much to hope for and I’m relieved when Enya sits back, eyeing the bassinet. Her hair is wild over her shoulders. Her lips swollen. While I can’t touch those tits, they look plump and delicious. Seeing her straddle my body has my dick twitching to life again.

Then her head hangs, hair cascading forward to curtain her face. “So much for post-coital cuddling.” The terms are so formal for someone only moments ago talking about her G-spot and sucking at my dick.

Still, I chuckle and drape an arm over my eyes, closing them in the bend of my elbow. I don’t know if I can move. I’m wiped out.

Enya climbs over me and exits the bed, cooing at Adara. Removing my arm and turning my head, I see Enya has slipped on her pajama shorts. I should pull up my pants. Instead, I stand and remove all my clothes minus my boxer briefs.

“Need to clean up?” I don’t know about cuddles, but I’m a caretaker after sex.

“I could use a second, but she looks ready to fuss.”

“Give her to me,” I say, reaching out for Adara while I circle the bed. “We’ll take a walk downstairs. I need some water. Take your time.”