His weight on top of me shifted and then a wet heat engulfed my cock.

I was screaming, pushing my hips up, burying myself deeper in his mouth.

“Oh god!”

I ran my hands through his hair again and again, as Rhett hollowed his cheeks and sucked me deeper until the tip of my cock hit his throat. He swallowed around me, and I fisted the sheets to keep myself from coming.

I tried taking a deep breath to get even a sliver of control, but then a slick finger nudged against my opening, and the world turned white with bliss for a moment. I didn’t come, but it was close. So incredibly close.

Rhett kept me right on the edge as his finger massaged me, then gently pressed in until it popped through the first ring of muscles.

It was like he knew my body inside and out, always keeping me right on the edge, only letting off when I was dangerously close to falling.

As one finger turned into two, he let my cock slide out of his mouth, and buried his face in my groin, inhaling deeply. The following groan made me shiver. Him smelling me shouldn’t be so damn sexy, but fuck, it was.

His tongue tickled the crease where my hip and my thigh met, but before I could even start to laugh and tell him to stop, he gently sucked at the skin.

A whole new sensation raced through my body. Heat, a prickling, tingling feeling that shot right into my cock and made my eyes roll back.

“Please,” I repeated, straining against him.

“Soon,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my groin, raising goosebumps. He pulled his fingers back, and I let out an involuntary whine at the loss.

I heard the cap of a tube being opened, and then his fingers were back, once again coated in cool, slick lube. This time, there were three of them, and the stretch of them easing their way into me had me fisting the sheets again.

It burned so good. Even his fingers seemed to fill me.

“Rhett.”

“Soon.” The word was barely spoken, more of a growl than anything.

His fingers pushed inside me over and over again. Pressure built in my body, and I was getting closer and closer to exploding, but it wasn’t enough. His fingers weren’t what I wanted. What I fucking needed.

Grabbing his shoulders, I tried pulling Rhett upwards. I was under no illusion that I could move him even an inch if he didn’t want to, but he complied, letting his fingers slide out of me and covering me with his body once again.

Sweat slicked our skin, the air between us charged, as his mouth came down on mine once again.

Our tongues tangled and I groaned as I tasted myself on his tongue, the slightly salty, musky taste a reminder of how he’d gone down on me minutes before.

I used every ounce of strength to push against his left shoulder, throwing him off me. His back hit the mattress and I pounced, climbing right on top of him, wiggling my ass against his erection.

Rhett groaned and threw his head back. His hair was a mess around his face, his eyes wild. Biting my lips, I let my hands rest on his chest while grinding against him over and over again. His hands gripped my hips, either in an effort to keep me still or have something to hold on to. I wasn’t sure and I didn’t care.

I didn’t care about anything but him.

His smile, his eyes, the way his cock twitched and jerked. The way the tendons in his neck protruded when he threw his head back. His dark, pebbled nipples that just begged me to play with them.

The harsh sounds coming from deep inside of him, a mix between groan and growl.

“The lube?” I asked. I knew he’d used it, my ass was proof of that, but I had no idea where he’d stashed it.

“Si…side of the bed,” Rhett panted, his back arching as I, once again, ground against him. His thick cock nudged against my entrance, and I had to shove down the sudden thought that he wouldn’t fit. He was big and I’d feel it, but he would fit.

He had to.

I might literally die if I didn’t get him inside soon.

While my eyes searched for the bottle of lube, my fingers caressed his chest, stopping at his nipples for a second or two to flick them or roll them between my fingers.