He pulls back then and gives me a wry smile.
“Good?”
I nod sort of weakly, feeling the blush travel up to my cheeks. Gently, he lays me back against the throw pillows, then crawls over me until our eyes meet as exactly as any mirror image.
“What do you want to do now?” he asks, his gaze flickering a bit, looking from each of my eyes, back and forth.
But I don’t say anything—I just press both my hands against his chest and push up until he’s on his knees and I’m sitting in front of him. His body is so incredibly miraculous and, moments later, I’m the one licking and tasting him as I let my tongue explore his taut, tan skin.
“Have I told you lately that you’re gorgeous?” I ask, biting lightly at his collarbone. I shift slightly and press a hot, wet kiss to his abdomen.
Smith hisses and I smile up at him, then let my tongue follow the elastic band of his boxer briefs. Unable to stop myself, I reach up and cup his erection from over the fabric. He feels hot and hard and insistent. The groan that comes from him as I slide my hand beneath and onto his smooth hardness is a reward in itself.
“Shit—Hyacinth. Baby.”
I ignore him and continue to press kisses along his waist and torso while simultaneously sliding his boxers down and off his legs. When he’s completely naked, I rock back on my heels to look him over and I swear, my heart almost stops at the sight. He’s big—way bigger than Brent—and the muscles of his body really should have their own fan club.
His eyes are focused on me and filled with desire and I realize that I don’t just want to feel him tonight—I want him to feel me, too. I want him to remember every second we’re together. I want him to know how much I’m dying to be in this moment with him—right here, right now.
I give what I hope is a seductive little smile, then lean in and run my tongue up along the underside of his cock. He shudders hard, hard enough that he almost loses his balance, so I grab his hips and do it again, this time curling my tongue around the head when I do.
He palms my scalp and I open my mouth to take him inside. He’s warm on my tongue—his taste is slightly salty and intoxicatingly male. I grip the base with one hand and flatten my tongue, licking him up and down like a dessert to be savored.
“Oh—fuck, yes.”
His words are more of a groan as he threads his fingers through my hair, then tightens his grip. I lick and suck him, letting him guide the pace one minute, then taking over the next. I slow down, letting my lips glide down his shaft, then back up to the head, swirling my tongue in a strategic circle around the head of his cock.
I have never, ever enjoyed giving head this much. I never thought I could.
Smith tugs my hair again, a little harder this time.
“Shit, baby—you gotta stop.”
I moan against his flesh, refusing to give it up—give him up—until he physically hauls me toward his face and attacks my mouth with renewed vigor. With little effort, he has me flat on my back and he lowers himself on top of me, letting his hardness prod between my legs. I grind against with a little whimper and he gives me a wicked smile.
“I love that fucking sound.”
He moves then, scooting his body down mine until his mouth is level with my breasts. I want to scream at him to come back, until he begins to circle my nipple with his tongue.
Then, all I can do is moan.
“I will never get tired of doing this. Of tasting your skin. Of making your body all wet and ready for me.”
He sucks my other nipple deep, pressing it up against the roof of his mouth, and I’m almost crying, it feels so good. I arch up, offering myself to him, but he’s decided to move on—to move lower. He places kisses along my ribs, then he slides further, kissing just below my navel.
“Oh, please.”
I’m aware that I’m basically begging him to go down on me again and I kind of don’t care, because if he doesn’t do it, right this second, I might actually die.
“Mmm.” He paces a soft kiss right above my clit. “Yeah. One more taste, and then I’ll fuck you just like how you need it. What do you say to that, Miss Hendricks?”
Fuck. Why does that sound so hot and so wrong all at the same time?
But before I can decide on which emotion wins out, his mouth is on me again.
“Yes. God, yes.”
He chuckles against my wetness, then moves to lick and suckle my clit as he slips a finger inside me.
The moan that comes next is almost embarrassing—it’s less like a human sound and more like an animal one.
“You like that?” he murmurs, curling his tongue around my clit and then pressing it flat and licking the entire length of me. I buck up off the bed, unable to control any of my actions anymore. The moaning and whimpering have turned to a keening wail as he adds a second finger and grips my hip to hold me still.
“You gonna come again, baby?”
I nod, attempting not to thrash around as the wave of an orgasm begins to crest and froth over all my senses.
“Let go, Hyacinth,” he murmurs. “Come for me.”
Then he crooks his fingers inside me and I explode. Waves of color, of light, of all five senses and maybe even a sixth, wash over me as I grip his hair and cry out his name.
Nothing has ever felt better.
Nothing has ever been more necessary.
As I manage to reground myself in reality, he’s grinning sort of smugly as he rises up from between my thighs.
“You still with me?”
I nod, reeling a bit from my climax, but more than ready to feel what I’ve been wanting all night. Well, let’s be honest. A lot longer than all night.
Smith climbs down off the bed and finds his pants on the floor, reaching in to the pocket and pulling out a condom. He comes back over me, propped up by both arms anchored next to my head, and he’s watching me closely.
“I’m not going to ask you if you’re sure,” he says quietly, “but I want you to know that all you need to do is say stop and I’ll stop.”
I shake my head. “No. Go. Go go go.”
He grins at me, then ducks down to kiss me before ripping open the wrapper and rolling the condom on. He settles himself between my legs again and I feel him, still hot and hard against me.
For a second, it’s like I’m a virgin again. Sex with my ex had never been this keyed up. I’d never been this desperate for it, this turned on. Now you couldn’t stop me if the room were on fire.
“Hyacinth.”
Smith whispers my name and lets his forehead drop against mine as his cock slides along my folds. When he finally begins to breach me, we’re both holding our breath and I’m biting my lip so hard, I could be drawing blood. Frankly, I could really care less.
“God—you’re so fucking tight. Shit.”
He groans and pulls back, then surges forward a bit harder, making me arch up and moan. He manages to slide an arm beneath my back and press a hand just above my ass, then slips almost completely out, only to slide into me again all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes and try to catch my breath as he presses kisses along my face and jaw.
“Are you okay?”
I look up at him. “I’ll be better when you start moving.”
He chuckles at that. Then, ever so slowly, he begins to pull back and push forward. I whimper against his mouth as he increases his pace.
“Good, baby?”
“Mmm.” I thrash a bit. “Harder. Please.”
He groans and it seems like my request is his undoing. He retreats until I’m practically aching for him to return, then plunges into me, pinning my hips against the bed. I cry out and grasp at his skin, slick with sweat, as he surges forward again and again.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he half murmurs, half groans into my ear. “When you were teaching? All I could think about was bending you over your desk and pulling up your skirt. When I served detention? I wanted you up against the wall with your panties at your ankles and your legs wrapped around my waist. I’ve thought about fucking you in every way you can possibly fuck someone and it never came close to this reality. Being inside you is heaven, Cyn. You make me never want to leave.”