“Come here.” He drew her up then turned her so she was sitting up, facing him. A wave of dizziness assaulted her as the blood rushed from her head.
Okay, so he had a point. But her ass was empty, her pussy was begging to be filled. And she really had to come.
“Ed, please.” She ran her hand down his abs then grabbed the bottom of his tank.
He let her strip it off him. Her breath caught. No matter how often she saw him like this, it still made her heart race. Wonder filled her.
She went to touch him then paused. “Can I touch you?”
“Good girl for asking. You may.” He laid his arms out on the sofa as though to indicate that she had free rein.
Ooh. That was exciting. She could forgive him now for bringing her to the brink and not letting her go over. Leaning in, she gently nipped his neck.
“Fuck,” he muttered. Then she moved her mouth lower, circling her tongue around his nipple.
“Yes. That’s it.”
She moved to his other nipple. Okay, she was starting to get why he liked to hear her moans, the way she begged. Every time he groaned, her own arousal flooded her.
Jeez, was it possible to come just from giving someone else pleasure?
“You look so damned good, sitting there on my lap. Naked.”
She liked being on his lap, naked. She ran her hands along his arms to his neck. He had the best arms. Thick with muscle. It shocked her that she liked how muscular he was considering the men she’d been attracted to in the past. But then, none of them had affected her like he did. Had made her want to strip them and lick them all over.
Speaking of licking all over.
She slid her hand down between them, reaching under the band of his sweatpants.
“No boxers?” she asked.
He grinned then groaned as she took his shaft in her hand.
“Nope,” he replied. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
She slid down his lap until she was kneeling between his open legs. “Off.” She pulled at his sweatpants.
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you get to make demands?”
Oh darn. A shiver raced through her. One that he couldn’t miss.
“My girl likes when I take charge, doesn’t she? Luckily, she’s hot as hell, especially when she’s on her knees begging me with her eyes to let her suck my cock.”
“My eyes are begging you, huh?” She wanted to say his ego was a turn-off. But it so wasn’t. He was confident without being arrogant. In control without being a jerk. He liked to smack her ass but then he’d hold her as though cuddling her was all he needed in this world to survive.
“Oh yes,” he drawled. “But you need to ask. Ask for what you need.”
Shoot. Okay, she could do this.
“Please will you take your pants off?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to suck your cock?” she asked.
“You sure about that?”
“Oh yeah. I’m sure.” She licked her lips without thinking how that would look.