Page 87 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

I felt him smile against me before reaching up to massage one breast.

“Kannon,” I groaned.

He chuckled into me before moving up to kiss my sensitive core. His fingers teased my clit as his tongue penetrated deeper.

My hips bucked up into him, wanting more. It felt so good. My walls began to clench around his tongue and fingers as he took me to heaven. I arched off the bed and waves of pleasure crashed over me. He kept licking and sucking at a steady rhythm until my body stopped shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Then he rose from between my legs.

He moved up to kiss me again, leaning into me. His chest heaved as he caught his breath.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”

I could barely catch my breath. “That was amazing.”

He kissed me again, his body heavy over mine, then pulled back just a second. “Condom?”

“It’s fine,” I said. “We’re safe.”

Without further questions, he kissed me and reached between us to guide his cock to my opening. Hot and thick, it parted my lips and pushed in slowly, prolonging the ecstasy. I gasped at the sensation of being filled up. We both let out low groans once he was fully inside me. He didn’t move, just stared down at me.

His hips met mine as he began to move. The pace was slow and steady, each thrust creating a rhythm that matched our breathing. His mouth found its way back to mine once again as he plunged deeper, causing a sharp intake of breath from both of us.

“Damn,” I murmured. “I can’t believe how fucking good it feels.”

He pushed his body up and looked down at me. I traced the muscles in his arms, reveling in the sculpted body.

“Believe it,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Because it’s only going to get better.” He bent down to capture my lips in a tender kiss, sealing us together in more ways than one.

I felt him pick up the pace. His thrusts became more forceful as he found a rhythm that hit me just right. Then he changed angle slightly and stroked a spot that made my toes curl. I gasped and gripped his biceps tightly, digging my nails into his skin. His low growl vibrated through the room.

Just when I thought I was going to hit the orgasm head on, he pulled away and flopped onto his back beside me.

Panic gripped me. “Are you okay?”

He reached for me. “Ride me. I want you to show me what you like. How fast or slow. Deep or just the tip. It’s your turn to be in control.”

His words were just as powerful as his touch. I got on top of him and positioned myself over his naked body, slick with sweat. He eagerly lifted his hips to meet mine, as desperate to reconnect as I was. I lowered myself onto him, impaling myself on his thick throbbing cock. The delicious friction made me shiver.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I began to ride him. His hands found their way to my hips, guiding my movements. With each down stroke, I felt him grow harder inside me, filling me up to the breaking point.

The head of his cock brushed against my sensitive entrance every time I went down. I moved with a steady pace that felt like a gentle caress covering my whole body at once.

His eyes were glued to me as I glided my hips back and forth. It made me feel beautiful and sexy, allowing me to let loose from my inhibitions. I grinded over him faster, building up the fire between us. The sensual dance of our bodies sent a warm glow through me. His body moved with mine as if we had been doing this for years. His hands never left my hips as I worked his cock like it owed me money.

I leaned down and captured his lips again, claiming him as mine. He was usually the one in control, always dominating everything. It was a powerful feeling to know he was groaning and writhing because of me.

Our tongues danced together.

“Kannon,” I moaned out and planted myself down as far as I could go, taking all of him.

He groaned and thrust up to meet me. “Don’t stop, Merritt,” he growled out against my lips.

My hands moved to his chest and my body arched. I could feel my hair brushing over my lower back as I rocked my body over his. He plunged in deeper and deeper, driving me to madness. Pleasure exploded through my body as he filled me entirely. My fingers dug into his flesh as waves of ecstasy rolled over me.

His heavy groans echoed through the room in harmony with my cries. His hands slipped up to cradle my breasts. His fingers pinched my nipples gently, adding to the pleasure that was already coursing through me.

“Damn, Merritt,” he whispered. His voice trembled with desire that matched my own.

His words spurred me on and I moved faster, grinding onto him and riding him with a desperate need. He met each of my thrusts with his own, his hands moving from my breasts to my hips, gripping tightly as if he couldn’t get enough.