“Oh baby, don’t you worry. I’ll treat it like the delicate thing it is.” Like the delicate thing she was.
Standing on tiptoe, she slipped her arms around his neck, her hands burrowing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her mouth close to his ear. “I’m wearing matching panties.”
With a growl, his hands slid down her body, cupping her ass and hauling her close to his cock. “I want you naked. Now.”
“Then undress me.” Her voice teased, her breath wafting across his neck, tickling his skin.
It would be his pleasure.
* * *
Justin watched Stephanie with a wicked gleam in his eyes, his sensual mouth damp and pursed. Damp from their kisses, the flesh of his lower lip was red, tempting.
Too tempting for her to resist. She kissed him again, nice and slow, her tongue tangling with his, her hands threading through his thick, dark hair. It had grown out since she first started seeing him and it waved haphazardly around his head, mussed from her hands.
God, he was sexy. Gorgeous and sweet and smart and he was all hers to do with as she pleased. He was the one doing something to her, though. He played with the hem of her shirt, then moved to the placket of buttons down the front. His big fingers undid each button slowly, blunt fingertips brushing against bare skin as it was exposed. She shivered, her entire body shaking from his teasingly brief touch.
“You smell good.” He bent and pressed his lips to the base of her neck, taking a taste and she tilted her head, her eyes sliding closed.
“And you taste good,” he breathed against her skin, his tongue licking, his hands moving to her shoulders to shove the shirt down her arms and off.
She stood there motionless, letting him take over, loving how he did so. The shirt fell from her body, leaving her in just her jeans and bra and she heard his harsh intake of breath, saw the intense glow in his golden eyes.
“Is that new?” He gestured toward her bra.
With a nod, she glanced down and noticed her dark pink nipples straining and poking through the fragile lace cups. He could see everything, something she’d planned from the second she’d spotted the bra and panty set a couple of days ago. “I bought it just for you.”
“I love the way you’re always thinking of me.” A wolfish grin crossed his face and he cupped her breasts in his large, capable hands, kneading her tender flesh.
Her eyes slid closed and she let herself become awash in sensation. He played with her nipples with his thumbs, the lace rasping over her skin and she gasped. Her heart raced, the blood flowing in her veins thick and sluggish and her panties dampened with her cream.
His right hand dropped away from her and went to the snap of her jeans, undoing it with quick finesse. The sound of the zipper ripped through the quiet afternoon stillness and then he was shoving at the waistband, pushing the denim down her body.
“Kick them off babe,” he encouraged, his head dipped, eyes focused entirely on her. On the skin he exposed, on the body she couldn’t wait for him to touch and explore.
She did, shoving them off to the side and she stood before him in just her bra and panties. The orange autumnal light from the descending sun shone through the window, casting them both in an ethereal glow and it almost didn’t feel real. Standing in this hotel room in the middle of New York City with the man she wanted more than anything in the world.
“Christ, you are so gorgeous.” He drew her to him carefully. His hands were gentle as they splayed across her back and she rested her hands on his chest. His racing heart beat an insistent, pounding rhythm beneath her palms.
Without a word, she tugged at his polo shirt, wanting it off so she could touch him. He released his hold on her and tore it off, then shucked his jeans so he too stood in front of her in just his underwear.
Navy blue boxers hugged his strong thighs and cupped his incredible erection. His skin shone with a faint sheen of perspiration and she longed to taste him. Lick a path from his neck, down his entire body.
She dropped to her knees and pressed a kiss to his navel and his skin quivered beneath her lips. With a smile, she licked him, his rock hard stomach, then atop the waistband of his briefs. His skin tasted salty, musky, just like Justin and she savored it, letting his essence settle upon her tongue.
Her name dropped from his lips like a protest but she ignored him, intent on her journey. His cock jutted against her chest, eager to escape its confines and she bent lower, raining kisses along his muscular thighs.
Stephanie wanted it as bad as he did but enjoyed the tease, the prolonging of the moment. She craved his cock. She couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him and take him deep but she wanted him beyond ready for it.
Begging for it.
As if reading her thoughts he called her name again, a little harsher this time, his voice like an animal growl. She glanced up with an innocent expression, batting her eyes as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Fuck, Stephanie, you’re making me crazy.”
She smiled, feeling a little bad and a lot naughty. “Just relax.”
But he couldn’t relax. He was too keyed up, too anxious for her touch. And she didn’t disappoint, didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. She tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs, drew them down his thighs so his cock bobbed free, thick and hard. He helped her discard of his underwear as he kicked them over where her jeans lay and then he was gloriously naked. All hers to do with as she pleased.
And she pleased to please him.
“Mmm.” The little murmur of satisfaction rumbled throughout her body and she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, marveling yet again at his thickness. He was so big, so beautiful and she never thought a cock beautiful before.
But his was. It was like a work of art and she couldn’t wait to take a taste, savor his essence, lick his hard, velvety flesh.
She dabbed at the pearly drop of liquid in the slit of his cock with the tip of her tongue, lapping it up so the salty essence dissolved slowly on her tongue. He groaned, sounding as if he were about to lose all control and she licked again, digging her tongue into the tiny slit.
“Fuck babe that feels good,” he muttered from between clenched teeth.
Adjusting her knees, she circled her tongue around the bulbous head, slow and sure, tracing every delectable inch. He shuddered and she swore his cock grew even more in her hand. When she licked again, his head fell back, the corded muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief.
She’d wanted to drive him crazy and she was doing a good job of driving the both of them mad. Wanting nothing more than to go at it on his cock she took her time, her hand stroking the base of him, her tongue playing the tip of him. His velvety hot skin stretched over hard flesh was a delightful contrast, one she knew she would never tire of.
Oh God, she wanted to make this good for him, wanted to give to him, show him how much he meant to her. She’d almost blown it completely. She’d been so stupid the last time they’d spoke in person and she didn’t want him to remember that. More than anything, she wanted to wipe that painful image from his memory for him to never revisit again.
Murmuring hot, sexy words against his cock, she drew him into her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue laving him. His fingers threaded through her hair, pushing it back so he could watch and her pussy clenched at his touch.
“Yeah babe, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice dark and oh, so sexy. “Take me deeper.”
She did as he requested, sliding him in as far as he could go before drawing him back out. His cock glistened from her mouth, the full length of him thick and wet and hard as a rock and she bobbed on him, upping her rhythm.
His breathing increased, harsh and loud in the quiet of the room and she released him, her mouth going to his heavy balls. She tongued them, laved the wrinkly skin before drawing one into her mouth and he shuddered with a loud curse.
Smiling, she went back to his cock, more insistent now that she had an age
nda. She wanted to make him come like never before. Wanted to feel the silky hot blast of his semen shoot down her throat as she milked him with her lips.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he fucked her mouth, hurting her scalp but she relished the pain. It made her feel alive, much like the man made her feel and she gripped him tight in her hand, sucked him deep in her mouth, lashing at him with her tongue.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, he always warned, but she wanted him to come so she nodded, deep throating him until she felt him shudder, felt that first hot spurt of liquid spill on her tongue.
His groan ripped through him, ripped through her and she sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of semen that flooded her. His taste coated the inside of her mouth, her throat, her entire being and she loved that she just swallowed the essence of him. That he was now a part of her.
God, she needed this man so much. Almost too much.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Stephanie had just given him the best blow job of his life. He’d never come so hard, ever and when it was over he’d slumped on the bed, his body a quivering, useless piece of flesh.
She’d stretched out beside him with a satisfied smile curling her lush lips, her skin flushed a pretty rosy pink. She was still in her bra and panties, the thin pink lace teasing him with glimpses of her nipples, her pretty pussy and his cock made a half-hearted attempt at rousing back.
Justin couldn’t even speak, he was so spent. He could only grab her by the back of the head and kiss her, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth, catching a taste of himself. It didn’t bother him, hell it turned him on and his cock surged yet again.
“Did you like that?” she asked when their lips parted. The confident tone in her voice told him she already knew his answer.
Their lips met again, lingered and he rolled over, pinning her beneath him. Her soft curves formed to his hard muscles, her breasts squished against his chest and he slid down, paying them extra attention.
“You know I liked it,” he said against her lace-covered breasts, dotting her skin with quick little kisses. Her nipples strained against the fabric and he bit one, then laved the pain away with his tongue.
“Justin,” she protested but she didn’t mean it. He knew his Stephanie liked a little pain mixed in with the pleasure and he planned on delivering exactly what she liked. What she wanted.
He always aimed to please when it came to her.
“You taste so sweet.” He circled his tongue around her nipple, wetting the fabric of her bra until it clung to her skin.
Stephanie clawed at his back, her legs moving beneath him, restless. Now she was the one who was anxious, eager, more than ready for him to take her to the next level and he was in the mood to draw it out. Make it good for her and good for him.
“Take it off,” she whispered, thrusting her breasts in his face.
He did as she asked, his hand going to her back and quickly undoing the snap. He helped her discard the bra until she lay beneath him, her beautiful breasts exposed to his gaze. His mouth.
Shooting her a quick smile, he drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep. She arched off the bed, a little cry escaping her. And when he moved to the other breast, her shout was loud enough to rattle his concentration.
“I need you inside me, Justin,” she urged, the little pants sounding in the back of her throat so sexy he couldn’t help but do what she asked.
He moved to her side, his hands going to her panties and shoving them down with one pull, sliding them down her thighs. She spread her legs, exposing her glistening pink depths and his mouth watered at the sight.
She wanted him inside her and he wanted nothing more than to lick her, consume her.
If he wanted to take a little deviation, he didn’t think she’d protest.
Pushing his head between her spread legs, he licked, one long, slow search of her drenched folds. She moaned low, her legs widening even more and he rested his hands on the inside of her thighs, holding her in place. He circled her clit with his tongue, dabbing it with just the tip. It pulsed beneath his touch before he swooped down and searched her completely.
She was so wet, drenched really and he tasted her sweet cream as he searched her folds. His tongue teased her entry, the little hole giving a flutter and grab, trying to take him deeper. He resisted, slipping his finger inside instead.
“Oh yes,” she cried, her hips thrusting against his face, sliding up and down on his finger. He added a second one, then a third, giving her a good finger fucking as he continued to bathe her clit with his tongue.
His name dropped from her lips again and again, her head rocking back and forth against the mattress. Her face was a mask of agonized pleasure. Eyes closed, cheeks rosy, her freckles a stark contrast against her skin. He watched, enthralled with her as he continued to lick and thrust and when he curled his fingers, nudging her G-spot her eyes flew open in surprise.
Their gazes collided, her cheeks flushing even more and she continued to stare at him, seemingly fascinated with what he was doing.
For extra effect, he drew out his tongue, circling the throbbing little bundle of nerves again and again before he dived deeper, sliding through her folds. His eyes never left hers, enjoying the desperate expression on her face too much to look away.
She didn’t look away either.
“Harder,” she whimpered and he gave it to her, his fingers thrusting in and out of her welcoming body. His tongue and lips worked her into a frenzy. She thrashed beneath him, her hips lifting, her breaths rapid and she trembled.
Then she fell apart.
She came on his fingers, all over his face. Her body wracked with spasms from the strength of her orgasm. Her limbs shook as she cried out, a keening sound that lingered in the air long after she quieted.
He rode out her orgasm, his mouth gentle against her sweet pussy, his fingers slowing within her body. She finally relaxed against the mattress, her limbs limp, the expression on her face one of pure satisfaction.
That look filled him with a satisfaction he only experienced after giving his woman such pleasure.
“Oh, Justin, that was so good.” Her lids were at half-mast, her lips curled in a sleepy little smile and he shook his head, moving so that he hovered above her, his cock probing against her curved belly.
“Don’t you fall asleep on me yet, babe.” He entered her slowly, his eyes nearly crossing at the sensation of slick skin on skin. Her hot, creamy pussy surrounded him, her inner walls clutching his throbbing dick with a grip that felt as if it would never let go.
Shit. Skin on skin. He forgot to put on a condom.
Not that Stephanie even realized it. A low murmur sounded from her and she smoothed her hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture, giving him goose bumps. Her eyes widened when he didn’t move and she stared up at him, her brows drawn together in confusion.
“Is everything okay?”
He shook his head, barely able to speak, she felt so damn good. “I forgot to put on a condom.”
“Oh.” She paused, gave a little wiggle that sent him even deeper and he groaned, unable to help himself. “Well, I’m safe.”
Hope lit within him at her words. Was she going to go for it? Let him be inside her without a condom? He couldn’t remember the last time he had sex without protection.
But this sensation he was experiencing right now was one he didn’t want to give up anytime soon. She was hot, wet and gripped him so tight. He slid out, almost all the way before he did a slow thrust back in, making her arch and groan, making him arch and groan.
“I’m on the pill,” she bit out, her arms going around his waist, hands sliding down to grip his ass. “I was tested six months ago.”
“I was recently tested too, babe.” He wanted to say more, wanted to warn her that he’d been with a lot of women but none of them were like her.
“Then it’s okay.” She smiled up at him, her hands pressing on his ass cheeks, sending him even deeper, if that wa
s possible. “Please, Justin. You feel so good inside me, no barriers keeping us apart.”
Her words did it, giving him the permission he sought and urging him on. With measured strokes, he made love to her, slow and easy, his cock sliding in and out of her welcoming body. He looked down at where they were connected, watched in amazement as his glistening cock thrust in and out of her body and he suddenly couldn’t breathe.
Overwhelmed with emotion, his heart clenched, his breathing stalled. She was beautiful, taking all of him, giving so much to him. He cherished her, craved her with every fiber of his being and good God were those tears crowding the corners of his eyes?
He loved her. He wanted to shout it to the rooftops, proclaim it to the world. Him, Justin Hawkins, The Hawk, had fallen madly, irresistibly in love with a woman who had no clue what she did to him. How she twisted him inside out, made him so emotional he didn’t know quite how to deal with it.
Made him want to be a better man. For her. Forever.
“Harder, Justin. Please.” Her hands fluttered against his back, her legs going round his waist. She clung to him, hung off him and he thrust harder, giving her what she wanted. What he wanted.
He’d meant to go slow but she would have none of it. They fucked with wild abandon, their harsh pants and soft cries the music to their lovemaking, the suctioning of their connected bodies the accompaniment.
The familiar tickle at the base of his spine started and he eased up on his thrusting, wanting to make it last, wanting her to come with him. She rode him high, her distended clit nudging the base of his cock with his every down thrust and he knew she was close, so close.
Her orgasm swept over her the second his started and they came together, their bodies clinging, arms wrapped tight around each other. He pressed his mouth to hers, drank in her cries, tasted her passion and when it was finally over they slumped together, Justin rolling to his side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath his weight.
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