“Take off your shorts.” I lean to the side and glance at his feet. “And your shoes and socks. Then lie down on your back.” I pat the mattress.
With a hand on his hip, he grips the back of his neck and stares at his tented shorts, at his sneakers, at the floor, all while hissing through his clenched teeth.
“Please?” I blink doe eyes at him.
“Fucking killing me here.” He drags both hands down his face, groaning. Then he toes off the shoes and kicks them out of the way as he prowls toward me. “You’re playing with fire, you crazy woman.”
“I can handle you.”
“I don’t know about that.” His posture is so stiff he looks uncomfortable as he lowers onto the edge of the mattress.
He removes his socks, grips the waistband of his shorts, and stares at his lap. Hesitating. I pop the cap on the lube, and the noise seems to pull him out of his head. In one fluid motion, he shoves off the shorts and rolls to stretch over six feet of golden naked brawn beside me on his back.
My attention instantly falls on the black snake inked in terrifyingly beautiful detail around his powerful thigh. The rest of his tattoos were removed in a single surgery. I don’t know how or where or anything else about it, since he refuses to disclose the specifics.
“The things I want to do to you…” He clasps his hands behind his head and stares up at me with hooded eyes. “I want to violate every tight little hole in your body until you forget he ever—”
“Enough of that.” I cover his mouth with my hand until his face slackens. Then I run my fingers through his hair. “Relax. Can you do that for me?”
“Maybe.” His eyes lower to my chest, zeroing in on the taut nipples threatening to poke through the cotton. “If you take off your shirt, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Liar.” I crawl between his legs, lifting and adjusting his heavy muscles around me.
When I have us in the position I want, he’s lying on his back in the spread of my thighs, with his ass snug against my crotch. His legs drape over mine and stretch out behind me while my legs rest along either side of his torso.
He grips my calves and rocks his hips, clenching his abs with the bob of his cock. His gaze burns into mine, and I can practically feel the testosterone thundering through his veins.
I squirt a dollop of lube on my palm and rub my hands together. “This might hurt a little.”
His eyes widen.
“I’m kidding.” I grin and look down at the swollen hardness pointing up at me.
He’s enticingly thick and well-endowed, with a plump head, lickable veins along the shaft, and a heavy sac that he keeps smoothly shaved. The dusting of hair above his cock is dark brown like his whiskers and leads to an inviting happy trail on that flat brick of muscle low on his abs.
With a deep breath, I grip the base of his erection and slide my oiled hands, one on top of the other, up the length, teasing inch by inch. Sweet mercy, he’s hard as steel. When I reach the tip, I glide a palm over it in a firm massaging motion that bows his spine off the mattress.
“Goddamn.” His eyes squeeze shut, and his chin snaps up, elongating the cords in his neck. “Fuck, that’s incredible.”
Power hums through me, and I repeat the technique, going faster and gripping tighter with each pass. It doesn’t take long before he’s panting, shaking, and thrusting his hips in urgent need.
I float into languid caresses, sliding my lubed hands all over his balls, his cock, and back again to tease the skin behind his sac. I’m not stroking him as much as I’m simply feeling him, running the width of my hands over every inch of his well-hung package. But I maintain a rhythm, adding just the right amount of pressure while pacing him steadily, maddeningly toward orgasm.
Tremors skitter across his thighs, and I know he’s close. I hear it in the sporadic sound of his breaths, feel it in the pulsing swell of his cock, and see it in the dark lust dilating his eyes as he watches me.
“I’m gonna come,” he chokes, bucking vigorously into my fist. “Fuckfuckfuck. Ahhh, God. Danni…Danni…”
He grunts and jerks in my grip, his entire body contracting as jets of ejaculate spurt over my hands and splatter his thighs and abs. I continue to rub him, moving slower, softer, until the aftershocks of his pleasure ebb into silence.
His fingers uncurl from the bedding and lift to cup the back of my neck. He pulls, I give, and our breaths collide in a chaotic enchantment of love.
“Thank you.” He licks my lips.
“You’re welcome.” I nibble back, rolling his taste around on my tongue.
“You pulled one over on me.”