Page 18 of Heart of The Night

Grinning, he climbed in and hovered over me. ‘Anal play take you off guard?’

My face was already flushed, but I sensed my cheeks growing warmer. ‘A bit. But it was a welcome surprise.’

‘You mentioned you liked it, so I thought I ought to grab the opportunity.’

I chuckled. ‘Of course you did.’

Taking his head between my hands, I steered his mouth to mine and wrapped my limbs around him. The coarse fabric of his jeans rubbed against my soaked, throbbing entrance. His erection was rock-hard. I ground against it, savouring the friction. I needed more of him, desperately.

Just then, he thrust his hips against me, groaning into my mouth. The sound, the friction – it drove me wild. I squeezed him harder against me, my nails clawing his back.

‘I want to taste you,’ I said breathily, snaking my hand between our bodies. I traced the groove between his hard abdominal muscles, down toward the line of hair that climbed up from his perfect dick.

‘Another time. I need to be inside you,’ he said, his voice laden with carnal impatience.

‘No.’ I gripped his shoulders, pushing against them. ‘I really want to. Please.’

He stilled, his eyes widening a fraction as he read the determination written across my face. Then, a slow, crooked smile curved his lips. ‘All right.’

He moved out of the sofa, and I instantly sat up, facing him. Reaching for his jeans, my fingers nimbly undid his black leather belt, casting it aside carelessly. Next, the button came undone, followed by the smooth slide of the zip. The denim fabric loosened, and I peeled it away. As I uncovered him piece by piece, my eyes feasted on the sight. The moment I shoved his light-grey boxers down, his erection sprang free, pointing straight to my mouth. The scent of him sent a surge of excitement through me – it was beyond tantalising.

As I looked at the head, I noticed it was slightly wet already. Salivating, I gently brushed my fingertips along the length of him. My eyes were fixed on the bulging veins that branched toward the crest. Truly, he had the most flawless cock I had ever seen, and I would worship it completely. My vagina throbbed at the view, fresh excitement unfurling in my chest. I could hardly wait to taste him, feel his velvety skin on my tongue as I traced the veins.

Taking him in my hand, I felt how firm he was. A smile flickered across my lips. I slid my fingers to the base, then brushed them across the surrounding coarse strands of trimmed hair.

‘I love that you trim rather than shave,’ I said appreciatively. ‘I’ve always preferred some hair on my men.’

‘I have the same preference when it comes to women, actually,’ he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement.

I looked up, knowing I had always kept myself free of hair there. ‘You do?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll leave some behind for next time.’

He grinned, his thumb sweeping lovingly across my cheek. ‘Cara, you do whatever you’re most comfortable with. I’ll be thrilled to fuck you regardless.’

‘To be honest, I’ve only kept it bald because I thought men preferred it that way.’

‘Some do, I suppose, but I don’t.’

‘How come?’

He shrugged. ‘I just feel women are more… womanly with some hair there. Mature, if that makes sense.’

I had never thought of it that way. ‘That does make sense, actually.’ I grinned up at him. He was such a man.

As I gripped his dick again, I realised getting all of it in my mouth would pose a challenge. But I’d had years of training when it came to controlling my gag reflex, so hopefully I would manage.

Leaning in, I left generous but soft kisses along the tip, the taste of his pre-cum blessing my tongue. I smiled. It didn’t taste bad at all. Though, judging by the presence of it, he had indeed been clinging to his self-control earlier.

The sound of his sharp inhalation made me look up. His ice-blue eyes were suffused with arousal. His hand moved from my jaw, his fingers weaving into my hair, and he held it so firmly that my roots complained.

His jaw flexed as I teased him with tender kisses. ‘Cara.’ His tone held a warning.

I smiled and parted my lips just a fraction, sucking carefully at the tip as I tightened my grip around the base of him. Taking my sweet time, I switched between kissing and sucking the edge of his head. I wanted to drive him wild with lust. I wanted him to beg me to take him in completely, and then I wanted him to spill every drop of his release onto my tongue.

‘Cara,’ he said through his teeth, almost a growl. ‘You’re driving me mad.’

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