“Hmm.” She didn’t know where to start. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She needed to get him naked.
She let her hands slide down his rib cage, over his thickly muscled abs. All that physical labor did wonders for his physique. Unlike the other men she dated, T.S.’ muscles came from hard work and not just a gym. That in itself was a turn-on for her. He was sleek and strong and, for the moment, hers.
A smattering of dark hair covered his chest before angling down his torso. Her fingers followed the thin line as it disappeared into the band of his dress pants. They had to go. Kneeling beside him, she made quick work of his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, exposing a large cotton-covered bulge.
She glanced up at him and a muscle beneath his eye was twitching and his jaw seemed tight. Missy traced a finger over the outline of his erection. His hips jerked and he swore under his breath. She started to reach lower but found her hand pushed away.
“If you’re going to do it, do it right.” T.S. shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs, kicking them off. He quickly peeled off his socks, tossing them onto the floor. Naked, he lay back, his thighs parted, his arms by his side. “Now you can touch me.”
Missy had seen naked men before. She’d had several serious relationships over the years so the male form was no mystery to her. But a naked T.S. in her bed affected her more than she thought it would.
The man was gorgeous in a rough, elemental way. Long, thick muscles roped his thighs. His waist was lean, his hips narrow. His cock jutted up from a nest of dark curls, proud and strong. The plum-shaped head was dark and wet. A prominent vein throbbed along his shaft. His testicles were lightly furred and heavy as they hung low between his splayed thighs.
“Touch me, Missy.”
The way he said her name, a combination of demand and yearning was impossible to resist. She started at the base and stroked one finger up his thick shaft all the way to the top. She ran her finger over the slit and collected some of the pearly liquid seeping from it. He groaned as she brought it to her mouth and licked it off. He tasted salty and hot. All male.
“You’re killing me, babe,” he protested. But he didn’t move, allowing her to have her way. He was letting her set the pace. Letting her be in charge. He knew what she needed and he was giving it to her.
His understanding and generosity astounded her. Not that he wasn’t getting anything out of it, because he was. He just hadn’t gotten it yet. For all he knew, he wouldn’t. Yet he was still here.
She would make him wait no longer. Missy wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked. He tensed, his fingers gripping the comforter beneath him. Feeling very powerful and sexy, she shot him a grin before leaning down and licking a path from base to tip. She circled the head with her tongue, teasing the slit.
His good arm snaked out and his fingers tangled in her short hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock. “Hmm, you want me to do something else?” she teased. “Maybe something like this.” She took the thick head into her mouth and sucked.
T.S. moaned, his fingers tightening slightly against her scalp. She smiled when she felt no sense of panic. All she felt was a sense of pride and arousal. She straddled one of his thighs, rubbing her slick, aching pussy against it.
“Fuck. Babe.” He might have wanted to say more but he couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he groaned and worked his hips, trying to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth.
Missy reached between his legs and captured his testicles, rolling the balls gently between her fingers. He tensed beneath her. His sac tightened beneath her touch.
Releasing him, she gripped his shaft once again and began to pump. Up and down. Slow at first but getting faster with each stroke. She breathed through her nose as she sucked him hard, taking as much of him as she could. He tensed but didn’t push, allowing her to set the pace and the depth.
His hands slid from her hair, down her neck to her shoulders. “Babe,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her pussy spasmed. She wanted that too. She released his cock head with a wet pop. He groaned and urged her upward. She slithered over him, kissing every inch of his tempting olive-toned skin as she could.
His patience snapped. T.S. surged upward, flipping her onto her back. He loomed above her, ready to claim her. He placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide before kneeling between them. He started to lean over her and then swore.
He climbed off the bed and, for a horrible second, she thought he was leaving. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and dug out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a condom and dropped his wallet back on the floor.
Missy was glad he’d thought of a condom because for the first time in her life she hadn’t. He ripped the packet open and soon had the latex covering smoothed over his erection.
Kneeling between her legs once again, he fitted the head of his cock against the opening of her sheath. He lifted one of her legs over his thigh. He placed his other hand flat on the mattress beside her head, supporting himself as he pressed inward.
He was large and thick, and her inner muscles contracted, keeping him from going very deep. “Relax, Missy.” His voice was thick with need, the tip of his cock stretching her. But he didn’t rush, didn’t push. Instead, he waited for her body to loosen, to accept him.
He pressed a kiss on her cheek, her forehead, her nose. She turned her head toward him and their lips met. She sighed and he sank another several inches into her. He was a part of her now, but it wasn’t enough. She arched upward taking even more of him.
She broke their kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Finish it.”
His pupils dilated as he flexed his hips, sinking into her one inch at a time until he was completely inside her. It was slightly uncomfortable at first. He filled her to the limits, stretching her sheath to the max. But it felt good too.
She could feel the pulse of his cock inside her, deeper than any other man had ever gone. Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing tight. The muscles in his jaw tightened and she knew he was waiting. For her.
She cupped his face in her hands feeling protected and cared for. He made her feel precious and special. But she wanted more. She wanted hot, sweaty, heart-pounding sex. “Let go.”
He groaned and then shifted, taking her with him as he rolled onto his back. “You do it. You control what you want. How you want it.”
Missy sat up, the innocent motion driving him even deeper. They both groaned.
“That’s it, babe.” He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “While you ride my cock I’m going to play with these. They’re fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”
God, had a man ever been so sexually frank with her before? She didn’t think so. He was rough and slightly crude, but he was also gentle and caring. She moaned when he lightly plucked her nipples. He was also pushing her to the edge again.
She rose up slightly on her knees and came down again, squeezing his thick cock into her slick channel. It felt so good she did it again. This time harder and faster.
One of T.S.’ hands snaked down her torso and found its way between her thighs. He teased her clit with one finger and used his other hand to fondle her breast.
Missy’s entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her heart raced. Her skin tingled. She rose and fell on his cock over and over again. She cried out when he scissored two of his fingers, capturing her sensitive clit in between.
She was panting hard now, lost in her own pleasure. Oblivious to everything but their heavy breathing, the feel of his hands on her body, the slap of their skin as they came together again and again.
“Yes,” she cried as she slammed down onto him one final time. Her pussy contracted hard, gripping his cock. Spasms shook her entire body. She cried out his name as he rolled, taking her beneath him. He came up onto his knees, hooked his arms beneath her thighs and thrust hard and fast.