I stroke her hair. It’s so damn soft, silky as it moves between my fingers. I rock my hips, slowly, because I want to make this last. But when her mouth suddenly slides forward until her lips are wrapped tightly around my base, there’s no stopping the orgasm.
Buried in her throat, I go off like a firecracker. It happens so fast I don’t even have time to warn her.
“Sabrina,” I croak, trying to pull out.
She just moans and tightens the suction, taking everything I have to give.
The pleasure is so intense it almost fells me. My knees knock together. My brain stopped producing coherent thoughts right around the time she put her mouth on me.
Eventually I register the soft caress of her hand over my thighs, the tickle of her fingers along my shaft as she gives one final stroke before rising to her feet.
“That was fun,” she tells me.
I sputter with laughter. Fun? Talk about an understatement.
“It was fucking incredible,” I correct, yanking her toward me.
I kiss her until she’s breathless. My legs are still shaking but my hands are rock steady as I methodically pull off her T-shirt and then tug on the string that’s keeping her bikini-style bra in place. Our mouths still locked, I nudge her toward the bed, advancing on her until she has no choice but to fall onto her elbows and stretch out on her back.
I pop her heels off, one by one, taking the time to kiss each of her shapely ankles. Then I get rid of her booty shorts, whip them across the room, and reach for the heels again.
Sabrina raises a brow. “You’re putting them back on me?”
“Hell yeah I am. You have no idea how hot you look in these heels.”
I ease one small foot back into a stiletto, then the other. When I’m done, I stare at her for a long, long moment and wonder how I ever got this lucky. She’s all long limbs and sweet curves and smooth olive-toned skin. Her dark hair is fanned out behind her head, her red lips are glossy and parted. And those fuck-me heels… Christ. She’s the ultimate wet dream.
I rise on my knees and shuffle closer. My dick is waking up again, but I ignore him. He can take five while I play a little.
“I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I rasp, bringing my hand between her legs.
When I rub the pad of my thumb over her clit, her hips jerk off the bed in response.
I smile. One barely there touch and she’s already hot for me. Or maybe she got hot when she was giving me a blowjob that belongs in the history books.
I trail my finger down her slit toward her opening, groaning when I discover that she’s soaking wet. “Did I do this?” I mutter.
Mischief dances in her eyes. “Sorry, but no. I was pretending you were Tom Hardy the whole time I was blowing you.”
“Bull. Shit.” I push one finger inside her and she squeaks loudly. “You knew exactly whose dick was in your mouth.”
Sabrina squirms against my probing finger. I add another one, curl them both, and stroke her inner channel while my thumb teasingly circles her clit.
“Fine, I knew,” she gasps out. “Who needs to picture a movie star when you’re already a fantasy come to life?”
Damned if my ego doesn’t like hearing that. And my cock definitely likes the way her pussy is clenching around my fingers. I remember how tight she was the last time, how good it felt, and once again I forget that I’m trying to be patient.
Groaning, I spread her thighs with my free hand and lean down to bury my face where my dick wants to be. When my tongue touches her, she moans loud enough to wake the dead. Hopefully that sleeping pill her grandmother took is doing its job, otherwise we’re in for a mighty awkward interruption.
I kiss and lick and suck and play until my body can’t take it anymore. Until my mind shuts down again, empty save for one thought: need to be inside her.
Wrenching my mouth away results in Sabrina’s grumble of disappointment. My beard has left pink splotches all over her thighs, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s squirming and scissoring her legs, a sexed-up look on her face.
“Tucker,” she begs.
“Hold on, darlin’。” I lean over the edge of the bed to grab my pants, then whip out the condom in my wallet.
She watches me suit up. Her gaze is no longer cloudy with frustration. It’s on fire, blazing with anticipation.
“Get inside me,” she orders.
“Yes, ma’am.”
With a grin, I crawl back to her, one fist grasping my dick to guide it inside her. We both groan when I drive in deep. But apparently it’s not deep enough. Her legs, long and silky and incredible, instantly wrap around my waist. She digs her heels into my ass and lifts her hips to deepen the contact, and it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.