“You’ve seen me.”
He reached for her dress, tugging at the side. “I still miss you.”
Her lush eyelashes swept over her eyes. “Well you have me now.”
He reached to her back, unzipping her dress until it pooled at her feet. Only a lacy, matching black underwear covered her. He took a step back, admitting the soft curves of her body, the rising and falling of her generous chest, then the roundness of her belly down the flare of her curvy hips. Every part of him woke.
“You’re good enough to eat.”
“That’s what you keep doing. Maybe it’s high time I did the same,” she said, then dropped to her knees until she was eye level with his cock. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his boxers, and quickly his dick sprung out, hard and tingly.
She cupped his balls, and he groaned, nearly losing his balance.
He reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor.
His gaze strayed to her one more time, and the vision of that sexy, curvaceous woman stroking his cock squeezed the air from his lungs. She took his cock in her mouth, and a shiver shot up from the base of his dick up his spine. Being inside her mouth was… wonderful. She rolled her fingers around his balls, teasing him, then began sucking him, salivating over his cock, then licking it dry.
God, she was good at this. Not good, fucking amazing—like she was in everything she put her mind on. A moan escaped from her lips when she licked over his length. The sexy sound hinted she loved sucking his cock, and it added another notch of arousal to his already dangerously high heart rate.
“Brit… you’re…” He hissed, words failing him. His head bobbed, and he had to cling to every shred of self-restraint not to let go inside her mouth. He thrust his hands in her hair needing that connection to keep his knees from buckling.
She touched his ass, propping him further into her mouth. Fuck. He sucked in a breath, feeling her throat muscles work as she attempted to take most of him in her mouth. She then withdrew him from her, quickly tasting him again, and increasing the tempo.
Another one of her sexy moans filled the air, sending him over the edge. If she didn’t stop, he’d finish in her mouth—and while the idea played smoothly in his mind like an old-fashioned record player, he’d save that for another time. Now, he wanted to drive himself inside her.
Before it was too late, he swiftly disengaged himself from her and clasped her wrists, helping her stand upright. Growling, he bent her over the bed, so she splayed her hands on the mattress. Oh, yeah. He pressed his palm on her back, bringing her to the perfect position.
He nudged her thighs apart, then slid his fingers into her pussy, feeling her slick heat. “Brit, you’re so tight,” he said, feeling her inner muscles cling to his digits. Lust stirred in his stomach, fast tracking through his entire being. She lit a candle inside him, and the more he blew, the stronger the wick became. She undulated her hips, teasing him, and he brought the tip of his cock to her entrance.
“Damian, please, come inside me,” she said, her voice throaty.
He removed his fingers and thrust his cock into her, in a deep plunge that had them both breathing heavily. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, and he placed his hands at the sides of her waist. Being inside her… was coming home, if home was a person. Damn, she’d become his person.
She relaxed her shoulders, the silent warning he needed to go on, and he retreated his dick only to return again, this time deeper. She moaned, a sexy, pained, raspy sound.
He continued the menacing rhythm, each time thrusting to the hilt, his balls heavy and full, slamming against her flesh. She rocked her hips against him, adding some of her own pace, driving him even wilder for her. At last, she let out a string of moans, her back quivering, and her limbs trembling.
After she came, he allowed himself to let go, driving into her, and emptying his seed inside her. His suppressed a loud groan, a part of him still clinging to reality, even though it was so easy to forget.