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His mouth covered my nipple, hot and wet, and I ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked the tip of me, letting it drag between his teeth, increasing the friction. He took his time, rolling his tongue, flicking at my flesh, and alternating between breasts until I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of me, desperate for the pressure of his body on top of mine.
“You have too many clothes on,” I protested, tugging at his shirt.
“And you have none.” He fisted the back of his shirt and yanked it over his head. “Fuck, Eve. You’re so beautiful like this. You shouldn’t be allowed to cover up ever.”
I smiled as his mouth lowered to hover over mine. “You’d have to arrest me again. Pretty sure they call that indecent exposure.”
“That can be arranged.” He pressed into the couch, knees straddled either side of me, and caught my wrists. He brought them together like he was going to arrest me.
“Did you bring your cuffs?” I was only half joking. I knew he hadn’t, but if he had, I would have been happy for him to whip them out and put them on me. Being at Boston’s mercy had new pulses of sensation tingling at my core.
“Next time.”
Some inner kink that liked the idea of him dominating me lit up. And then squealed when he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and brought his lips to mine.
I closed my eyes and soaked in the feel of his big body over mine. His mouth claimed me, the kiss soft at first, but quickly turning deep with strong, slow strokes of his tongue that reminded me of the way he’d gone down on me. My core gave a happy throb at the memory, and I lifted my hips to meet his, showing exactly what I wanted from him.
“Stay still,” he whispered in my ear, the promise of so much more in his voice. “Wait.”
I didn’t want to. I wanted to shove his jeans down and have his thick cock inside my heat. But Boston wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time, kissing me deep and slow, making my head spin, then alternating by sucking my nipples, building them into stiff peaks that loved his attention.
I fought to keep my hips still, but the need gathering inside me was maddening.
“Boston,” I gasped, breathing erratic.
He inhaled deeply, sucking in my scent, and then pushed a hand between us. His fingers slid easily between my folds, gathering my arousal as he went, brushing by my clit that sent zings of pleasure throughout my entire body. His fingers found my entrance, and I moved my hips, taking two fingers deep inside.
The relief was near instant and yet quickly not enough. He worked in and out of my core, brushing that spot inside me every time, eliciting moans that became louder and louder as a climax built inside me. I writhed beneath him, taking his fingers, and needing more.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I want you on my dick, Eve.”
“Yes!” It was more of a shout than a moan. A demand that he get his goddamn jeans off and fuck me ’til I lost control.
I so desperately needed to lose control.
He pulled out and brought one of my hands down to take over where he left off. I took up the job eagerly, rubbing my clit, while he got up, and undid his belt and jeans. His gaze continued to sweep my body while he took out his wallet.
I froze. “What are you doing?”
He opened his wallet, but instead of getting out cash or a credit card, he produced a condom.
He read the look on my face correctly and leaned down, cupping my face with one hand. “Hey. Relax. Fuck, Eve, I’m not here as a cop. And even if I were, we aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m not paying you for sex. I don’t think you’re anything more than what you say you are. And even if you were, I wouldn’t care.” His gaze burned into mine. “I just fucking want you, okay?”
I relaxed, body sinking back into the couch as he kissed me. “I want you, too.”
He stood, toeing off his Converse, and then shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down over his ass and thighs. My fingers moved between my legs, prolonging the arousal he’d built, keeping me on the edge of orgasm but not quite falling into it.
The anticipation was heaven.
And getting myself off while staring at Boston’s naked body was the ultimate turn-on. I’d thought about him while masturbating before. But having him here in person, taking in the chiseled cut of his abs, and the lines that ran either side of his hips was better than anything I could have ever imagined.
His dick was huge and thick, and the tip glistened with the effects of teasing him for the past hour.
All I could think about was getting him inside me. Sinking down and feeling that stretch and the touch of him in places that drove me wild.
I got off the couch and wound myself around him, both of us naked, skin to skin.
Every inch of me lit up like Christmas. I’d never had such a full-body craving for a man. It wasn’t just my pussy that wanted him near. Every nerve ending in my entire body called out for him, aching with need and determined to find it’s pleasure by pressing tight against him.
