I scoot off him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his breath uneven from our kiss.
“I’m doing this.” I get down on my knees and tug at his workout pants. “I want these off. I want to kiss your cock.”
“Fuck,” he groans as he drags a hand down his face and lifts his hips. “You dirty girl.”
I tug down his pants, then his boxer briefs, and then I die. I die a million wonderful deaths. His dick is beautiful. It’s so fucking gorgeous my mouth waters. It’s long and thick and curved a tiny bit to the right. It’s veiny and proud, and I must taste him.
I bend my face to him and lick the head.
“Fuck me,” he mutters.
He slouches back into the couch, his long legs spread open. I draw him into my mouth. He’s a little salty and so fucking manly. Maybe that sounds obvious. He should taste like a man. But he does, and it drives me wild.
I wrap a hand around the base and stroke him as I draw him deeper.
“Jesus, that’s good,” he groans.
I glance up at him, and his eyes are closed. He breathes out hard, and the look on his face is gorgeous. In seconds, I’ve changed the mood from sober to completely intoxicating, and the turnabout is working on me, too. As I suck, I get lost in the rhythm, in the taste, in the feel.
His hands find their way into my hair. He threads them through my strands and guides my head. “You’re killing me,” he mutters as I relax my throat and let him fill me all the way.
I slink a hand between his legs, cupping his balls, and his whole body jerks. I’m ready, so ready for him. And that’s not just because we timed this first date to the middle of my cycle. I’m so turned on I nearly forget I can’t finish him off like this.
“One more suck, baby, and then you need to stop,” he says, his voice a warning.
I make it count. I swirl my tongue over the head, then I lick him as I take him all the way in once more. A drop of liquid from the tip slips over my lips, and I nearly lose my mind.
He yanks me off him, pulls me up by my face, and stares at me hungrily. His blue eyes darken. He looks like he wants to devour me.
Fourteen
Ryder
Clothes fly to the floor.
As she sends the dog to her dog bed in the corner, Nicole yanks off my shirt, her hands traveling over my pecs. I tug off her black V-neck shirt. I’m ready to rip the rest of her clothes to shreds, but when I see the black lacy bra, my mind tunnels to complete one-track-ness.
Must get her tits in my mouth.
Nicole is a busty woman.
It’s hard not to notice. I’ve noticed, and now I get to play. I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor, and then I breathe out an appreciative groan over these fucking marvelous tits.
“I could spend the night here,” I tell her, cupping them. Each one fills a palm, and I have big hands. Though I’d have been content with small ones, I can’t help but want to get well acquainted with these full-size beauties.
I pinch her nipples, and she lets out a sexy yelp. I flip her onto her back on the couch, yanking her so she’s lying flat. I climb over her, straddle her, and bring my mouth to one delicious breast. I flick my tongue over her nipple, feeling it go hard in my mouth.
“Oh God,” she mutters.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m vaguely aware that there’s no awkwardness. It’s vanished. This is pure lust. This is fire. Whatever weirdness existed a few moments ago has left the house. I want her and she wants me. I don’t have the interest to dissect whether it’s because she wants my cock buried deep inside her so I can give her my DNA, or if it’s just because she wants my cock buried deep inside her.
Right now, they feel like one and the same.
I reach for her yoga pants and shove them off. My hand slides between her thighs and somehow my dick grows even harder when I touch her panties.
She’s soaked.
I pull off her last stitch of clothing, and I groan when I see the auburn landing strip.
“So fucking beautiful,” I say, then slide a finger down the hair and across her dampness.
She moans something incoherent as I play with her sweet pussy. She arches into my fingers. I want to toy with her, to make her moan and groan and savor every second. I spread her legs and start to make my way downtown. I’m dying to taste her. But the second my head goes below her waist she grapples at my shoulders.
“Ryder,” she pleads.
I look up. Her blue eyes are desperate.
“Please fuck me,” she begs.
With a wicked smile, I drop my face to the paradise between her legs and kiss her softly. At that first touch, she cries out so loudly that I know, I fucking know, I will have a field day eating her out.
She tries to push me away at the same time as she rocks her hips against my mouth. She’s all slick and hot, and wetter than anything.