THE SMILE that appears on his face was so worth being truthful with him. He lunges for me, that towel finally falling off, revealing him in all of his naked glory as he pushes me so I’m lying in the middle of the bed as he climbs on top of me. His hands tunnel underneath my oversized sweater, igniting my skin with his rough fingertips and by the time his face is in mine, I’m starving.
For him.
He kisses me, his tongue searching, leaving no part of my mouth untouched. That low hum he makes every time he thrusts his hips against mine has me burning up inside and needing more. I stroke my hands across his shoulders. Down his back, pausing when I get to his ass. I gently push down, needing him closer, and he takes the hint, grinding against me.
Our moans mingle in the air and he drops his hands to the waistband of my leggings.
“You’ve got too much clothing on,” he mutters, rising up and giving me room.
Frantic, I sit up, removing my sweater, my hair clinging to it, flyaways everywhere. I’m not wearing a bra so that’s one less piece of clothing to deal with.
“Lie back,” he tells me and I do as he says, surprised by his firm voice. The demand he just gave me.
How I automatically did it without protest, my pussy throbbing.
His gaze never leaving mine, he grabs hold of the top of my leggings and pulls down, taking my panties with them, peeling them down my legs. He pauses to take the black slides off my feet before he removes the leggings completely, dropping them onto the floor.
Until I’m just as naked as him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze on my legs as he runs his hands up them, pausing on the inside of my knees, so he can spread them open. I wait, breathless with anticipation as those big hands glide up to my thighs, pushing me open even wider and when his gaze zeroes in on my pussy, I sink my teeth into my lower lip, my heart like a drum, beating in my ears.
“Look at you.” His hungry gaze lifts to mine and I want to melt at the way he’s looking at me. “Already so wet.”
Embarrassingly wet, not that he seems to mind. He settles his hand between my legs, lightly stroking me, and my thighs tremble.
“All for me?” he asks when I don’t say anything.
“Always for you,” I whisper, inhaling sharply when he grazes my clit with his fingertips.
He’s pleased with my answer. I can see it in the way his eyes flare. He cups me between my legs, his grip firm, his thumb resting over my clit. “How many times do you think I can make you come tonight?”
Knox considers my orgasm count a challenge, which always works in my favor.
“Once?” I raise my brows, teasing him.
He applies more pressure to my clit, his fingers sinking deep, invading my sensitive flesh in the most possessive way possible. He’s gripping my pussy as if he owns it. “Give me a break.”
I laugh at the annoyance in his voice and he shoves two fingers deep inside me, making me gasp.
“Not laughing anymore, are you?” He quirks a brow, pumping his fingers in and out of me, nice and slow. I whimper with his every thrust, my skin growing hotter, my inner walls clenching around his fingers, seeming to never want to let go. I lift my hips, another whimper escaping me when he stops moving completely. “You didn’t answer me, Jo Jo.”
“I’m not laughing.” He’s much more serious tonight, and I can’t deny…
It’s super hot.
He smirks at me before he presses his face into my chest, right between my breasts, breathing me in. “You always smell so damn good.” His fingers start to move inside my body again, a steady in and out, and I tilt my head, watching as he kisses across my chest before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
I part my lips, breathless as I watch him. His eyes flash open, catching me staring, and he smiles, just before he bites my nipple, tugging on it until it stings. Laving his tongue across it to take away the pain.
He does much the same to my other nipple, licking and nibbling it, that steady push of his fingers slowly driving me out of my mind. I rock against him, lost to the rhythm, to the lust in his gaze and the warmth of his mouth. When he drifts down, his lips skimming across my stomach, I brace myself for his next move, eager for his mouth to end up right where I want it.
But he surprises me.
“Flip over.” He removes his fingers from me and rises up on his knees, waiting for me to roll over onto my stomach. Once I do, he demands, “On your knees, babe.”
I slide up onto my knees, leaning forward on my elbows, anticipation curling through me. His hands rest lightly on my hips before sliding across my ass, meeting in the middle, right at my ass crack. We’ve played around back there before, but nothing too serious.
“Push forward.” He presses on my butt and my body shifts, right when his mouth lands on me from behind.
“Oh God,” I choke out when he fucks me with his tongue, his hands running all over my ass, sliding down to tease at my crack with his thumb while he eats my pussy. His other hand settles on my stomach, holding me in place while he licks and sucks. I writhe against him, scooting back against his face, dying for him to suck my clit. When he does, it’s like I can’t control myself.
The orgasm slams into me and I cry out, shuddering against him. Knox doesn’t let up. He pushes those same two torturous fingers into my pussy, pulling away, so he can watch as he finger-fucks me into oblivion.
“I’m going to make you come again.” He growls, and I know he means every word. “And again.” He strokes me deep, touching the spot that always sets me off and I groan low in my throat, my stomach clenching.
I can feel it, the next orgasm looming, and I bear down on his fingers, rocking against him, seeing stars when he crooks his finger.
The second orgasm washes over me, not as intense as the first, but just as good. Maybe even better. I’m shivering, gasping for air, and I go easily when he rolls me onto my back, my body loose and languid. He grabs hold of me, his arms coming around the top of my head, cradling me as he works his hips, his cock entering me with ease. I wrap my legs around his hips, clinging to him as he fucks me steadily, his mouth landing on mine for a brief kiss before he lifts his head.
Unfamiliar emotion shines in his eyes and my heart cracks open. I feel it too. So much. I care about this man.
I’m in love with him.
And I think he might be in love with me too.
He doesn’t say the words out loud, but he doesn’t have to. I feel it in the way he holds me. How attentive he is. The reverent way he touches me, looks at me, kisses me. I’ve never experienced this kind of love before and I don’t think he has either. It’s scary and overwhelming, but in the absolute best way.
His hips work faster as he thrusts and thrusts, burying his face in my neck with a groan, his body shuddering as I feel the first spurts of semen deep inside me. He comes and comes and another tiny orgasm rocks through me, my inner walls milking him, making him shiver.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing me there. “Damn, Jo Jo. I don’t know if it can get much better than this.”
I wholeheartedly agree.
