He kisses me tenderly on my lips, then my cheeks, my chin, my eyes . . .
And he pulls away. I glance up at him to see his erection looking painfully hard. He pushes his pants and briefs down just enough to release his cock from its confines and begins to stroke himself while staring down at me. It’s the most erotic and fascinating thing I’ve ever seen.
He doesn’t just stroke. He rotates and pulls, passing his hand over the head of his cock every so often and then bringing his hand to his balls where he gives them a gentle squeeze before repeating the process.
“Aren’t you tired of your hand?” I ask him.
He smirks down at me. The devil himself could be tainted by that look. God, I have missed that grin. “Yes, this cock wants your pussy more than you can imagine, but I know my limits, what I’ve earned, and it’s not that just yet.”
“Says who?” I sit in front of him and drop his pants and briefs all the way down his legs. He keeps a hold on his cock as he steps out of them.
“I say.”
I move my finger over the contours of his abs. “And who made you the decision maker?”
“No one, you literally control me, Penny. You have to know that.”
“If that’s the case.” I bring my finger down to the tip, where I catch his precum, continuing slowly down the side of his cock. I reach forward, my mouth a few inches in front of him, and run my tongue over the tip. He hisses in reply. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Penny . . . no—”
But I have my mouth over the head before he can even protest. My hands fall to his hips, and I hold him steady as I bob my head over his cock, licking and sucking just enough to drive him crazy.
“Jesus,” he groans as his hand sifts through my hair. “Fuck, Penny, I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”
“You don’t,” I say as I pull my mouth from his cock, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”
I move up his body, dragging my hands with me until I reach his face. I grip his cheeks, and I bring his mouth to mine. He pulls me against his erection and returns the kiss. And we stand there, holding each other, our mouths doing all the work. I can’t remember the last time I just made out with someone, enjoyed the feel of their warm body against mine, or the welcoming hold of a man.
But it’s addicting, and it’s turning me on all over again.
“I want you in me,” I say against his mouth.
He grips my hips and turns me around, a one-eighty against his body so my back is to his stomach and his head is draping over my shoulder. With two fingers, he snags my chin, pulling me to the left until I find his lips again while his other hand plays with my breasts.
Our tongues clash.
Our breaths sync.
And his cock presses against the seam of my ass. The sensation of his girth sliding over my skin causes sweat to break out across my neck. There’s a yearning so deep within me to pulse with such overwhelming need that my kisses grow faster as I move my hips against him.
“Shit,” he mutters as his hand glides gently over the column of my neck. “Penny . . .”
“Hmm?” I ask when he pinches my nipple.
He moves his mouth to my ear and slowly and deliberately says, “I want to fuck you . . . bare.”
“Do it,” I say as I rest my head against his strong shoulder, his hand playing carefully with my neck. “Fuck me, Eli. I want to feel all of you.”
His fingers pass over my trachea before moving to the back of my neck. With his hand at my waist, he bends me forward by holding my hips back and pushing me down so my hands land on the mattress in front of me.
That’s when he steps away and smooths his hand over my backside.
“I want you to be mine, Penny. If I fuck you, right now, that means you’re mine.”
My head drops as I spread my legs a little wider for him. “I’ve been yours since the night of your birthday. That has never changed.”
“Good answer.” His hands run up my back and then down again, where he lifts it, only to return a light smack to my right ass cheek.
“Oh God,” I yelp in surprise right before a wave of lust rocks through me. “Eli . . . I—”
Smack.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my back arching, my pussy so wet now that I fear what will happen next.
I await his next smack, but instead of it coming, I hear him behind me, sifting through my nightstand. I glance over my shoulder and see that he has my clit stimulator in hand.
“I won’t need that,” I say. “I’m already on edge.”