Page 24 of Hooked on a Feeling

John’s condo was decorated in tones of blue and green, which did a great job of matching his eye color. Floor-to-ceiling windows took up the whole living room wall. The view was stunning, the broad expanse of the sea spread out beyond the window. John wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her against his chest.

“I’ve been dying to have your legs wrapped around me like this,” he whispered against her mouth. He took a few steps and set her on the edge of his kitchen table.

“Here?” she asked.

“Absolutely here. So every morning when I eat breakfast, I’ll be reminded of eating you. Of sliding my dick into you. Of how you look when you orgasm.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “The question is whether or not you have a condom this time.”

“Oh, baby. I bought the store out.”

She giggled, and John nuzzled the side of her neck, biting her and sucking on her skin. He was being tender and sweet, and she hated to think about ever having to leave. When his hands slid up her thighs, he let out a low groan into her mouth. “So soft.”

His hands left goose bumps along her skin when they slid down her arms and to her thighs. He popped open the button on her shorts and wiggled them down her legs. When he pressed his nose between her thighs and tickled her, she laughed. John was definitely a man with experience, and her body was attuned to his every move.

He pulled her to the edge of the table and sat in the chair, looking up at her like he couldn’t wait to feast. “All mine, Starr. The rest of this week, it’s going to be hard for you to want to leave.”

His fingers slipped inside her panties, and her head fell back at the skilled way his fingers teased her clitoris. It was the perfect pace, pulling her to the edge only for him to slow down and pull her back to safety. When she propped herself up to watch him, he was laser focused on the job at hand. His arm muscles were taut, his heavy-lidded gaze was on her, and she was almost jealous of how his teeth got to gnaw on his lips. “Let’s get these off you.”

He pulled her panties off, sliding them slowly down her legs while he held her gaze. For the next five minutes, she allowed herself the freedom to pretend that John was hers and this was their condo that they shared together. “Is it crazy to feel so, so connected to you?” With his fingers inside her and his tongue lapping against her clit, she pretended that she had access to John whenever she wanted. That this amazing man was a big part of her new life.

A life where she was no longer alone and with a man who supported the woman she was. Where it was okay for her heart to have feelings because she knew she could trust John. When he bit down on her clit, sending vibrations across her pelvis, it had her gripping the edge of the table and crying out her orgasm.

“Not at all. Come on. Put your arms around my neck.” John hoisted her noodle-like limbs off the table and carried her down the hallway to his bedroom.

The two of them moved quickly to take off the rest of their clothes, and John sheathed himself with a condom and pressed into her entrance. Her breath caught in her throat when he filled her. He moved with care, and for about the millionth time that day, her heart did a weird little flip-flop.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered against her neck. “This is something to treasure. You could always make a life here.”

She clenched around him, the fire building between her legs before it turned into an explosion that rocked her world more than any orgasm she’d ever had. “John.”

He groaned against her mouth, and then he, too, orgasmed, whispering her name as his movements slowed to a stop. Had he realized what he’d said to her about making a life here? The scary part was why the idea intrigued her so much. He went into his en suite bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back and lay next to her on the bed again.

“It wasn’t as bad as you thought, sleeping with a Davenport. Was it?”

Starr twirled his chest hair with her fingertips. “Not bad at all. It was exactly what the doctor ordered.” She leaned up on one elbow. “Tell me about these yoga moves you researched.”

When John laughed, his chest vibrated against her hand. “I learned about Downward Dog and Sun Salutations—that’s what you were doing on the docks that day, right?”

“Hmm. Before you fell into the water?” she teased.

“That would be correct.”

“So, are you going to let me teach you some poses?”

“Are you going to let me watch you do them naked?”

Starr bit her lip and moved her hand down his torso, following the path of hair that trailed beyond his V-line. “Only if I get to watch you do them naked. Tit for tat.” She trailed her fingers down his already growing erection and gripped his balls, squeezing them gently. “How does that sound, neighbor?”

“Keep touching me like that, and you’ll get to have whatever your heart desires.”

She opened her hands and gripped his base, slowly stroking him up and down. His erection was thick and solid in her grip. A small amount of liquid came out of his tip, and she used her thumb to smear it around the head of his cock.

“You ready for round two, Miss Young?”

“If we’re going to break records today, we better get a move on.”

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