Page 61 of Foster

Foster pulls his mouth from mine, his eyes locking on me with an intensity that makes me squirm. “You sure about this?”

I roll my eyes at him. “Why are you even asking?”

Foster isn’t charmed by my flippancy. “I’m serious, Mazzy. Everything changes after this.”

That humbles me a bit because this isn’t just some quick tumble to get off. It’s the start of something big. “I know. And I’m sure. Are you?”

“Yeah… I’m sure.” Foster rests his forehead against mine for a moment. “I want you so much it’s driving me crazy. I just want to make sure you feel the same. We’ve been so worried about Bowie Jane that I want to make sure we’re both on the same page.”

His words—the vulnerability within them—touches me. I lean my head back, forcing his gaze up. “I’m in this with you. I want you not just physically but… well, I want to see where this goes. This isn’t casual for me.”

“We’re on the same page then,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to mine for a soft kiss.

Foster turns and carries me to his bedroom. As soon as my feet touch the plush carpet, his embrace tightens and our lips meet in a slow, fiery kiss. Our hands roam freely over each other’s bodies, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch.

With effortless grace, our clothes disappear as if they never existed, revealing every inch of skin that has been longing for this moment. Foster reaches into his wallet and produces a condom, placing it carefully on the bed as we continue to touch, caress and probe.

There’s urgency in our actions because the desire for each other has been building since our first kiss. Foster guides me down onto the plush mattress and joins me, our bodies now completely bare and intertwined. As he presses his heated skin against mine, I’m overcome with a shiver that spreads through my entire being. My legs instinctively part, the invitation clear in what I want.

His cock throbs against my center and with a deep moan, I arch my back. Foster’s lips find one of my sensitive nipples and he sucks with a powerful force, releasing with a soft pop that makes me gasp.

“God, that feels good,” I whimper, my hips undulating with need.

“Everything about you feels amazing,” Foster whispers huskily, his breath hot against my skin. “Especially when we’re pressed together like this.”

My hips tilt, circle, and the friction against his dick makes him groan. I love eliciting that from him and I do it again. With a growl, his lips crash into mine, our tongues battling. So damn good I could kiss him forever but then his mouth is gone, and he starts to move down my body. He trails his lips over the curve of my collarbone, my breast, flicking a nipple with his tongue. I arch my back again, purring my contentment as my hands grip his hair.

When he reaches my belly, his intent known, I spread my legs wider.

“Yes,” he groans at my bold move.

With the first swipe of his tongue over my clit, I cry out from the enormity of pleasure sweeping through me. His hands grip my thighs hard and when I buck once, nearly dislodging his mouth, he presses one hand on my lower belly to hold me down.

The act of doing that… of taking control away causes something inside to break free. My orgasm crashes through me so violently, tears leak from my eyes. My heels dig into the mattress, my ass lifts and my legs slam inward against Foster’s head.

He laughs against my wet flesh, gently tonguing me down from my release. I have to force my hands to unclench their grip on his hair and when I look down my body, I find him staring up at me in triumph.

He should look pleased.

That felt better than I had any right to expect and happened faster than any man has ever made me come. “You’re an oral god,” I murmur. He grins and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. “Now I need you inside me.”

Foster needs no further invitation because he surges up my body, grabbing the condom along the way. I just lie there, enjoying the view as he goes to his knees to sheath his cock. His body is so beautiful, but I only get a cursory glance because I’m mesmerized as his strong, capable hands roll the rubber down his shaft.

When it’s on, he stares at me. First my face, then a long, slow perusal of my body before him, legs still spread wide.

Foster places his palms on my thighs, only to glide them gently over my skin. Down toward my hips, then back up again to hook behind my knees.

Guiding my legs around his waist, he lowers onto me, positioning himself at my entrance. His mouth presses on mine and the sensation of him kissing me while he works himself in makes my head swim from pleasure overload.

Fingers digging into his shoulders, I tighten my legs around his waist and Foster slides all the way in with a satisfied groan.

“Fucking tight,” he mutters against my lips. “Absolutely perfect.”

Yes… feels perfect.

More than.

I swivel my hips, a silent request for him to move. Foster lifts his head, smiling down at me. “Greedy?”

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