Rhys W here I’mtheathellourismeetingshe? spot. Waiting. Worrying. Eager. For our first date at the upscale steak house at the Quintus Hotel. I run my hand through my hair, cursing under my breath. I should’ve picked her up. Keira has been texting me every five minutes. She’s close, but that does little to ease my worry. She’s forty minutes late for our date. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she stood me up. I wanted to pick her up at Phoebe’s so she could stuff her purchases in my trunk, but she insisted on meeting me at the restaurant. Something about wanting to surprise me. I didn’t push, but now I regret it. After an afternoon of pampering, Arianna, Phoebe, and Keira were caught in a never-ending gridlock caused by a catastrophic accident that closed a major artery. Since Keira had to return to Phoebe’s house to grab her stuff before coming to meet me, it only made matters worse. I’m about to shoot her a text to get an update, when I spot a gorgeous woman striding to my table. I do a double take. Keira? Since she arrived in LA, Keira has been hanging out in a bikini, unless she’s sporting her trademark short-shorts, t-shirts, and flip-flops. The stunning woman smiling at me takes my breath away. I stand up to greet her and take her in. From the arresting design of her dress, to her silver strappy high heels, to her dainty toes painted in the same hot pink shade as her dress, to her barely there makeup that enhances her beauty, and the diamond studs that pierce her ears. Keira looks like the woman of my dreams. “You made it safe and sound,” I say. “I’m so sorry for being this late, Rhys. This is so embarrassing.” A remorseful expression morphs her beautiful features. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” “God has a funny sense of humor.” “What do you mean?” “After waiting years––and I mean, years––to grant my wish, He orchestrates a freaking nightmare of an accident that causes me to be forty- five minutes late for my first date. Sheesh. You’d think God would show me a little compassion. But no, He decides not to cooperate. Tardiness isn’t sexy.” She lifts her eyes to the ceiling. “Not cool, God. Not cool.” She’s talking super fast, and it makes me grin. I tap the tip of her nose. “I wasn’t going anywhere, dimples. I would’ve waited all night long, if I had to.” She giggles like a schoolgirl. I lean in, my lips flirting with her ear. “You look ravishing, and if I didn’t think we’d draw too much attention, I’d kiss the hell out of you.” I pull away and take pleasure at the blush cre eping across her cheeks. “It’s the new me... courtesy of you,” she says. “Two and a half days of shopping? A girl can’t ask for much more. I’ll never be able to thank you enough.” Her sincerity is touching. “And thanks for the compliment.” She smiles. “You look pretty hot yourself.” She eats me up with her eyes. “You wear a suit so well you should be forced to walk around with a license.” I laugh. “Thanks, but I’m not the one causing heads to turn. You are.” I wave a finder up and down her body. “I love everything about the new look.” “You do?” “I do.” “Check this out. Pockets!” She slides her phone out. From the way her hand shakes, I’m guessing she’s a little nervous. “If tuxedos have pockets, cocktail dresses should receive the same
treatment.” “You’re hilarious, as usual.” “There’s nothing usual about tonight.” “You’re right,” I say. “The new hair color suits you.” “Thanks. That took a lot of convincing.” “Why the reticence?” “In a city like LA, being a blonde is a foregone conclusion. It’s something that never appealed to me. According to Phoebe’s hairdresser, blonde is the only way to go with my short hair. He was adamant. Both Arianne and Phoebe had to lobby pretty hard.” Her shapeless cut has been r eplaced with a cover model hairstyle––short and tapered in the back with longer layers on the top of her head. Unable to resist, I comb my fingers through her silky soft strands. “I love the hair.” “I love it, too.” “The blonde brings out the gold in your hazel-green eyes,” I say. “And the purple and gold shades of your eye shadow make your eyes pop like crazy.” “I agree,” she says in a small voice. “Are you turning shy on me?” “Maybe a little.” “Come on, you’ve known me forever.” “I have a thousand butterflies fluttering in my belly. I’m that nervous,” she says. “I still can’t believe this is happening.” Tracing her chin with my fingertip, I say, “It’s happening, dimples.” She places a hand over mine, and smiles. “This dress on you...” I let my words trail as my gaze travels down the length of her body, appreciating every delicious inch of her. Keira is clad in a hot pink dress with thin spaghetti straps and a seductive neckline that showcases the swell of her breasts. The bodice fits her slender body to perfection. The lower part of the dress flares out. Everything she’s wearing is on point. “It’s such a d eparture from the super skimpy outfits I used to wear on stage or in our videos,” she says. “I was told this is a midi length because the hem hits me mid-calf. I feel feminine in this dress.” I lean into her. “You look smoking hot in it.” I murmur in her ear. “I can’t wait to find out which of the French Appliqué lingerie you’re hiding underneath it.” “That’s quite the conversation starter,” she says, fanning her face. “Let’s sit down.” “Okay.” I pull a chair for her, and she lowers herself to the seat in an elegant movement. I turn around just as a waiter strides towards me. He hands me the bouquet of flowers. “Thank you,” I say before standing near Keira. “These are for you, dimples.” Her eyes lift up and she gasps. “For me?” I nod. “For you. It’s our first date, after all.” I hand her the flowers. “Oh my God, Rhys. Purple roses.” “They’re your favorites.” “You remembered?” “Why did that come out as a question?” She shrugs. “I remember every little detail about you, dimples.” I bend down and kiss her forehead. She smiles up at me. I wink. That smile takes over her gorgeous face. I round the table and sit across from her. “I ordered champagne––rosé, your favorite. It’s on ice.” “That would be lovely.” She drops the bouquet on an unoccupied chair. “These are so beautiful, Rhys. And the bouquet is enormous.” “The purple roses don’t hold a candle to the woman sitting across from me.”
Her gaze locks onto mine, and we stare at each other for a long beat. This night has been a long time coming. “Mr. Casanova.” “I prefer Mr. Smooth Talker, but that’s just me.” I shrug. She laughs. “Time for a drink.” I motion to the waiter He approaches, balancing two flutes on a tray. After thanking him, he hurries off. I lift my glass. She mimics me. “Here’s to me finally getting my head out of my ass,” I say. She laughs. “I mean, here’s to me getting down and dirty with my fantasy girl.” She laughs harder. “I got it wrong again,” I say. “I don’t date much or else I’d be more eloquent.” Her expression turns serious. “It’s most likely not going to be uncomplicated between us.” “I want to get complicated with you,” she says. “Since I might be a little rusty in the dating game, do you promise to take it easy on me?” “Only if you promise to return the favor.” “I promise,” I say with a wink. We clink our glasses and drink in celebration. Dinner was outstanding. No surprise there. Larkin wouldn’t have it any other way. Since it was Keira’s first time at Charcoal, she was blown away by the experience. The advantage of dating someone you know and care for is bypassing the tedious small talk. We drive back to my house in a comfortable silence, stealing furtive side glances every so often. The energy between us is hot enough to light up firecrackers. We approach the house hand in hand. “Your place or mine?” Her tone is playful—Keira-like. I play along. “You choose. I’m easy.” “If we go to your place, do you promise to drive me back to mine in the morning?” She kills me. “Promise,” I say. “Thank God. I’d hate to do the walk of shame to the bus stop in the morning.” “I won’t let that happen.” “Glad I’m dealing with a gentleman.” “Fair warning, once I get you behind closed doors, I might not be such a gentleman.” “Duly noted,” she says. The mental countdown to losing myself between her legs started the second she arrived at the restaurant looking like a fucking goddess. I have to focus on driving with a hard-on. When we arrive at my place, I park the car, get out, and circle the front of the vehicle to help her out. I wrap my hand around her shoulders and guide her to the house, doing my best to tame the beast inside. We make our way inside the house, trailing towards the kitchen. After finding a vase, I place the purple roses inside it, and slide the bouquet along the countertop. “We’ll find a better place for them in the morning.” “Sounds good.” There’s a tremolo to her voice. I turn around, lean against the counter, and hold her gaze. “Full disclosure, I’m a little––a lot––nervous,” she says. I approach her and cup her beautiful face in my hands. “I won’t rush you.” I want her so much it hurts, but I’m willing to take it slow. “Okay,” she says. “Are you a virgin?” She shakes her head. She’s no longer saving herself for me. “No, but compared to your uncomplicated hookups––” “Don’t,” I say. “This night is about you.” She responds with a shy nod. “Can I ask how
many guys you’ve been with?” She averts her gaze. “I asked you a question, Keira.” “Can I ask you the same question?” she says, meeting my gaze. “I’ve been with a number of women, but I’ve always used protection and I get tested regularly.” There’s no point in lying to her. “That said, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” “Really?” Her eyes grow as wide as quarters. “Really. I wasn’t joking when I told you to take it easy on me.” She giggles. “To answer your question, I’ve only been with one guy,” she says. “He was a neighbor I trusted. He was my age and neither of us wanted to turn twenty and still be a virgin.” My eyebrows hit my forehead. “You’re surprised?” She picks up on my reaction. You bet I am. Shocked, even. The music industry after parties are notorious for debauched sex, easily accessible drugs, and free-flowing booze. The fact she was able to weather those vices says a lot about the woman she is. God knows she’s a hell of a lot stronger than I ever was. Then, it hits me. “That was four years ago. No one since?” She shakes her head. “I’ve been on dates, but I never let it go far. It’s a turn off for most guys, but I don’t care.” She pauses. “I always promised myself I’d never be like my mom and sle ep around with men to fill a void. It’s the same desperate and destructive cycle I witnessed Chelle fall prey to in her quest to be acc epted by guys who didn’t deserve her...” She sighs. “That’s why I k ept my legs closed.” I nod. Keira’s mom died in a car accident when Noah was sixteen. Keira was eight. Their mom’s then-guy-of-the-week was at the wheel, drunk. Since her mom was living at Keira’s grandmother’s place, Noah and Keira weren’t uprooted. Their grandmother became their guardian. Before she died, she told them the truth––Noah was conceived in a boy’s locker room when their mom was fifteen by one of the football team’s star athletes, and Keira is the result of a bathroom bang in a bar Eva worked at. The guy was in LA for business. Eva never saw him again. Noah’s dad never wanted anything to do with him. Until the shocking revelation, they didn’t know they were half siblings. They thought Noah took after their dad. Keira’s unwillingness to fuck around is justified. “I hope I won’t disappoint you––” I press two fingers to her lips to silence her. “That’ll never happen, Keira.” My gaze bores into hers for a short beat. Unable to resist, I lean in for a kiss. It’s soft at first, but it’s enough to send a buzz to my balls. I kiss her again, a little more forceful this time, then swipe my tongue across her upper lip and groan. “You taste as fucking good as the first time your lips touched mine.” “Don’t stop kissing me,” she says, grabbing hold of my jacket. She had the upper hand when she stole a kiss years ago because she caught me by surprise. That’s not the case tonight. “Say the magic word.” “Please,” she says. “You can do better than that.” “Please, Rhys, don’t stop kissing me.” I smash my lips to hers, allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth. She moans. I kiss her like I’m going to war and this is the last time I’ll have the privilege of tasting her lips.
I kiss her like breathing is optional. I kiss her to make up for all the wasted years I didn’t have my mouth on her. “I doubt I’ll be able to stop kissing you tonight,” I say, pulling back from her. “You don’t have to ever stop,” she says before pressing her mouth to mine again. I’m not like Beckett or some of my buddies. I kiss some of my hookups, but I’ve never kissed a woman the way I’m kissing Keira—with passionate abandonment. I wasn’t sure how this night would play out. I mentally coaxed myself not to push too hard, but now, I want everything all at once with her. I want her in every position, and I want us to christen every wall in my house. Fuck. Our lips are frantic and hungry for one another. My hands travel down her back until I grope her ass and squeeze hard. She gasps into my mouth. I grind, pressing my length against her stomach. “You’re so hard,” she says. There’s no denying my desire for her. “Because I want you so damn much.” She practically purrs as I drop open-mouthed kisses along her neck. “Oh, God, Rhys.” She places her hands against my chest, pushing away from me. “What?” “This is too much,” she says. “You wanna stop?” Putting the brakes on isn’t part of the program tonight, but I’m a gentleman. It’s her call. “Hell, no. If you continue rubbing against me like this, I’ll come without you having to do much more. It’s so intense I feel like I’m about to combust.” “We’re in the same boat.” I grab her neck and pull her into me, sliding my tongue over her mouth before plunging between her plump lips. I grind against her with more urgency. She responds beautifully, grips my shoulders, and the kiss turns incendiary. Jesus, she’s a hot little thing. “How far can I take this?” “I’m all yours.” Thank the fuck God. “I can push your boundaries?” “I’m up for anything with you, Rhys. I trust you implicitly.” Her admission fans the alpha in me. Raging desire threatens to tear me apart at her willingness to submit to me. Everything about this woman calls to my de epest primal instincts to make her mine. I lift her in my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist, my mouth coming down hard on hers. I traverse the house and climb up the stairs in a rush. My feet eat the floor underneath me as I stride down the hallway to my bedroom. When I get inside, I turn on the light with my elbow, drop her to her feet, and slam the door behind me. I grab Keira by the shoulders and shove her up against the door and kiss her roughly. The mix of her intoxicating scent and the adrenaline coursing through my veins makes me ravenous. Our tongues dance and lips smack as our hands explore each other in a mad rush. “God, I want you,” she says. “Not as much as I want you.” I fumble with her zipper, inching it lower before pulling down the spaghetti straps of her dress. “Fuck.” I gasp at the hedonistic sight of her sexy thin lace bra and the pink circles of her areolas crowned by her hardened mouthwatering nipples. “I bought that?”
“Newsflash, you bought everything I own...”—she pulls her lower lip between her teeth—“including the crotchless panties I’m wearing.” Her teasing tone is an outright provocation. With impatient hands, I unhook her bra and slide the straps down her arms. I toss it to the side and give her incredible tits all the attention they deserve. I don’t spare her. I cup, grope, knead and massage, relishing the size of her tits in my hands. “Oh, God,” Keira says, digging her fingers into my forearms. I lick and suck on the tight points of her nipples like a goddamn savage. Needing more, I flick and twist them between my fingers, inflicting pain and pleasure. Keira whines in response. A beautiful sound of agony and bliss. I capture her lips in mine and kiss the everloving shit out of her, all the while dry humping her against the door. She circles her hands behind my waist, pulling me closer, demanding more. I give it to her. I grind my hard cock against her in a slow, languorous movement. Goddammit. Her desperate moans are driving me out of my mind. I’m so fucking turned on, it wouldn’t take much for me to come in my pants. What a waste of cum. “Are you wet enough for me?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. I slide a hand under her dress. “You are wearing crotchless panties.” “Told you,” she says on a breath. “Damn.” I slide a finger inside her and pump in and out while I massage her clit with my palm. “Fuck.” “I hope you bought those damn panties in every color of the rainbow,” I say. “I only got a few. I didn’t want to abuse your generosity.” “Woman, those are so damn sexy. Abuse to your heart’s content.” “I’ll make sure to correct the error of my ways.” “I expect nothing less.” I slide a second finger inside her pussy. Keira huffs hard, grabbing onto my forearms. She’s slippery wet. I fucking love it. “How do you want it?” “I’m easy.” All movements stop. Her body stiffens. “What did I say?” “I get that you don’t have a lot of experience, but you must know what brings you the most pleasure. Favorite positions?” “Not really. I know what brings me pleasure when I touch myself, but not with a guy.” I try, I really try, but I fail to ke ep my dirty mind in check. I can only imagine her with her hands between her legs, chasing her orgasm, as I did the same in the room across from her with my hand fisting my cock. “You never had an orgasm with your first?” “I did, but they pale in comparison to when I bring myself to orgasm.” That is so wrong. Worry veils her eyes. “Is it okay if you help me figure out what I like?” “It would be an honor.” I resume my mission, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. “Where do you want to come? On my tongue, my fingers, or around my cock?” She looks up at me from under her eyelashes. “Decisions, decisions...” Her words trail off. She’s too busy grinding against my hand.
“My cock is aching. I need an answer.” “Those are hard choices...” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “Can I be greedy?” Her smoky voice makes my cock twitch. “You want it all?” Her muscles tighten around my fingers like a vice. My cock swells in response. Fuck. “Yes,” she says, her eyes hooded. I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and lick them clean. “Good God,” she says. “I knew I’d be addicted to your pussy juices.” “That was so fucking hot.” “There’s plenty more where that came from.” Her hair is a little messier, her tits are in full view and her perfectly applied nude lipstick is a distant memory. In other words, she’s a beautiful mess. My beautiful mess. “Let’s get you out of this dress.” I lower the zipper all the way and let the dress pool at her feet. She st eps out of it and I pick it up and walk over to the chaise longue and lay it down with care before returning my attention to the ravishing beauty. “On the bed.” Keira laces her fingers around the elastic band of her panties. “Did I tell you to remove those?” She looks confused. “Let’s put them to the test,” I say. “You want to know if you got your money’s worth?” “I do.” I wink. “Shoes off.” I don’t have to tell her twice. Keira saunters to the bed, but not before looking over her shoulder and flashing me a sexy-as-all-fuck glance. Now that we’re being honest with each other, I don’t feel guilty or tormented for drinking in every tempting inch of her naked body. My eager cock is threatening to bust the zipper of my pants wide open. Impatience consumes me. I toe off my shoes, remove my socks and strip out of my suit in a flash. I drop everything next to her dress. I turn to face her, standing there in just my boxer briefs and with an obvious hard-on. “For the record, I love watching you undress,” she says. Her eyes rake over my body. She’s sitting on her heels, hands on her knees like a good little girl. Waiting for me. The submissive position ratchets my desire for her. “You’re spectacularly built.” She tilts her head to the side, as if to catch a better glimpse. “That’s a lot to live up to.” “Stop being coy.” “Thanks, dimples.” “Nice happy trail.” Her eyes drop to my waist. “Aren’t you going to get naked, so I can see where it leads?” I don’t disappoint. I push my boxer briefs down and my cock springs free. I kick the briefs away and stand there with my hands on my hips. Keira’s head jerks back, causing her to fall backwards on her ass. She struggles to sit up. When she does, her eyes are glued to my impressive erection. I fist my cock as I stalk to the bed, stroking it in slow, languorous, pumps. “Good Lord,” Keira says. “That–– You’re–– Whoa––” She blinks a few times before lifting her gaze to mine. “You’re enormous.” “Thanks for the compliment.” “It was meant more as a cautionary note to myself.” I laugh. “No, seriously. You’re this big guy––all over––and I’m this... little thing.” I squeeze my cock hard. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.” “That could only happen if a lot of booze is in volved.” “You said you trusted me.” “I spoke too soon. I had no idea you were packing
that...” She waves an animated finger at my cock. “I’m not a virgin, but I’m pretty sure after four years, it’s like being a born-again virgin.” “We can ke ep it to my fingers and my tongue.” She sighs. “For the greater good of womankind, I’ll take one for the team.” I chuckle. “So honorable of you.” “I know, right?” I let go of my cock and sit on the bed next to her. “Come here.” She crawls to me on all fours. “Sit on my face.” She wrinkles her nose in confusion. “I gather you’ve never tried a sixty-nine before?” “No.” “Then, I get to be your first after all.” She considers me. “I really wanted it to be you, Rhys.” I trace her lips with my finger. “It didn’t feel right at the time. Now it does.” She nods. I lie on my back. “Put your knees on either side of my head.” She looks like a deer caught in headlights. I cock an eyebrow. Drawing a de ep breath, she assumes the position. Her tempting pussy and ass are hovering right above my face. Fuck, I’ve fantasized about this moment so many times. “I’m not going to suffocate you?” There’s no mistaking the worry in her voice. “That’s the point.” “Oh, okay,” she says shyly. My brazen girl is a little unsure of herself. I trail kisses on her inner thigh. I give the other thigh the same treatment. She wiggles. “Ticklish?” “A bit.” I brush a finger between her gorgeous pussy lips, scooping up her juices. She gasps. These crotchless panties are fucking perfect for this. I tap her outer legs. “Lower your body.” She does. I spread her ass cheeks open and pull her lower until I have her where I want her. I stick out my tongue and tease her slippery lips. “Oh, Rhys.” The initial contact of my tongue against her pussy is potent. I lick her, nice and slow, savoring each tongue stroke. “That’s way better than everyone of my fantasies, combined–– Oh, shit. My mouth ran away from me. I can’t believe I just admitted that out loud.” I push her off me. She looks over her shoulder. “Don’t ever feel you have to censor yourself around me. As your lover, you can tell me anything.” Her eyes widen. “I’m still wrapping my head around the fact we went out on a date. You? My lover? Wow.” There’s wonder in her words. Her comment is pretty ironic considering we’re both naked, her pussy is hovering over my head, and my mouth was just on her. “Can your lover go back to pleasuring you?” She flashes me a wide smile before turning her head. I tease her by skating my tongue around her clit, again, and again, and again, eliciting little mewls from her. I grab her clit between my lips and suck hard. “Jesus,” she says, groaning. I lift my hips close to her mouth, reminding her my cock needs attention. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” she says. “What you’re doing to me is so mind- blowing, it’s making me lose my bearings. I’m such a bad lover.”
I chuckle. Keira is tentative at first. She licks my cock like she’s afraid it will break. Since my mouth is occupied, I can’t guide her. She gets the hang of it. Soon she treats my cock to the same long, sensuous licks I grant her pussy. As her confidence grows, she more than makes up for a slow start. She grabs the base of my cock and squeezes it hard. She catches me off guard when she pokes her tongue inside my hole. Christ. I grip her hips tighter in response. She’ll have bruises tomorrow. And fuck if that doesn’t do something to me. Keira goes for it. Instead of using the tip, she uses her whole tongue to brush over the engorged head of my cock. My balls thump at the sensation. When Keira wraps her lips around my raging erection, my hips jerk off the bed. She grunts, but with her small hand tightly gripping my base, she ke eps sucking me off like her life d epends on it. The movement of her other hand matches the bobbing of her head. She gives my shaft as much attention as my tip. Bless her. She picks up speed, bobbing her head with more determination. The hedonistic slurping sound she makes is such a turn-on. I reward her by using my tongue to explore every part of her, relishing in her sweet juices. I ratchet my naughty play by alternating between toying with her hard clit and massaging it with my lips. She responds by pressing her pussy against my mouth, and the scent of her is divine. Oh, fuck, yeah. I use my tongue as I would my cock and dart inside her warmth, pumping in and out to heighten the pleasure. The way she squeezes her legs around my head suggests she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I push her off me. “Let’s make this dirtier.” She lets go of my cock and looks over her shoulder. “I’m not sure how this can get any dirtier.” Innocent lamb. “I want you to bounce off my tongue.” She narrows her gaze. “You’re kidding?” “I’d never kid about your pussy or pleasure.” She’s still incredulous. “My cock is lonely.” As she resumes her mission, so do I. I grip her hips and pull her to me until my tongue is back where it belongs. I wait for her to follow my order, but nothing. Slap! Both hands hit her ass at the same time. She yelps. I spread her ass cheeks to tongue fuck her de eper. These sexy as fuck crotchless panties are a godsend. I’m calling French Appliqué first thing tomorrow morning to order a dozen more. I groan every time she lands on my greedy tongue. Good girl. She bounces with more velocity, the globes of her ass jiggling in my hands. To reward her obedience, I hold her steady, and motorboat between her pussy lips, rocking my head from side to side, spreading her sweet juices all over my face. This is so fucking hot. She moans, never slowing down the cadence of her bobbing head. This is debauchery at its finest. She surprises me by wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock and sucking hard, as if attempting to suck the cum right out of my balls.
Fuck. My orgasm is looming, balls tingling like crazy. But she comes first. I grab her hips, taking control. I rub my tongue against her clit with the right pressure to force her to tip over the edge. I slide a finger inside her pussy, coating it real nice before sliding it into her ass. I expect her to object, but she doesn’t. Instead, she gasps and clenches around the intrusion. Goddammit. My balls are pulsating, threatening to explode. I’m a breath away from christening her hot mouth. “Keira, I’m going to come, baby. Let go of my cock if you don’t want me to come down your throat.” She’s dead set on her mission, sucks me harder, squeezes me tight. “If you ke ep doing what you’re doing, you won’t leave me any choice but to shoot my load inside your mouth,” I say. She nods on my cock. Well, hell. “You’re sure?” Another vigorous nod and my balls pull up. I didn’t expect this much from her. “We come together.” She responds with a grunt. She’s too busy sucking me off to offer much more. I’m unpr epared when my cock hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She’s a champion, though. She doesn’t let go. She swallows and ke eps sucking. She’s my fucking dream come true. She presses her legs together, trapping my head between her thighs, forcing me to bring her the relief she’s seeking. My lips close over her throbbing clit and I suck greedily. Her thighs start trembling at the same time as my balls contract in a series of staccato pulses. She frees her lips from around my cock. “Oh my God.” The glorious sound of her climax fills the room. “Oh, Rhys.” She bucks almost violently against my mouth like a cowgirl riding a bronco. She’s wild. “Oh, Rhys, yes.” She chants over and over again as her sweet-as-fuck juices flood my mouth. Jesus— Hearing my name on her lips triggers my climax. My balls let go, my cock spasms, and I grunt like an animal as the first spurt erupts. I gasp in shock when her lips close around my head, sucking my gushing release. Sucking and not letting go as my cock spasms and my hips jerk with each spurt. Christ, she’s perfect. I’m doomed in the best possible way. I may have to marry this woman because her mouth on my cock is my new favorite thing. One final spurt and the tension leaves me. She sucks me dry and collapses onto my legs. We’re sweaty, panting, spent, and if her lifeless body is any indication, fully satiated. “You okay?” I caress the globes of her ass. She doesn’t answer. “Was that too intense?” She lifts off my legs, flips over, and crawls up to me. I pull her to my chest and wrap my arms around her. I kiss the top of her head. The chic hairstyle is long gone, r eplaced by crazy spiky hair. Her breathing changes, and she hugs my torso, pressing her lips to my chest. Still no answer. “Did you lose your voice, dimples?” Her eyes lift to mine. “You’re always so talkative,” I say. “What happened?” “I’ve never had an out-of-body experience before, but I’m certain that was close,” she says. “Can we do it again?” “Eager much?” Her cheeks flush in embarrassment. I tap the tip of her nose. “I need to catch my breath first. Then, I need to fuck you, because I’m dying to be inside you. Then, you can have your wish of
another sixty-nine.” She pushes herself up, so she’s staring right at me. The slow smile curling her lips should come as a warning. “Now, I understand why you k ept pushing me to go out with guys my own age,” she says. “Older men don’t have the stamina to ke ep going. They need a nap between rounds.” My eyebrows hit my forehead. Little devil. I flip her over so she’s underneath me. She squeals. “Stamina? You’re naughty, dimples.” She giggles. “I’m going to make you regret those words. Don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk tomorrow.” I crush my lips against hers in a searing kiss.