Page 78 of David's Proposal

My robe falls open and glides to my waist.

His eyes move down while I slide my arms out of the robe and peel it off.

“I want to come on you…” I say, witnessing my magic work.

He catches the double meaning with ease.

Smiling, he shifts in his seat, lays his palm flat on my abdomen, and lowers his lips to kiss the skin below my navel.

A shudder of pleasure barrels through me.

Propped on my elbow, I slide my fingers through his hair while he kisses a trail to the spot between my legs.

My knees spike and pull apart, and he lifts his head, dragging his hand down.

The heel of his palm moves over my clit, increasing the tension.

He brings his other hand to the back of my neck, hypnotizing me with his eyes.

Our lips connect without a hitch as if we have rehearsed this kiss so many lifetimes.

My head falls back into his touch, and his fingers splay over my hair, my thighs parted for his hand.

I fall back, and he hovers over me, undoing his buttons before I take over his buttons while he takes over my mouth and sex.

I’m halfway down with his buttons when I lose my focus completely.

His knee separates mine while he rubs my clit. With every stroke, his touch slides lower until a puddle forms between my legs, and he slides a finger into me.

I moan against his lips, hot and sweaty against his chest.

He adds another finger, and I relish the tension and pain between my legs.

Slowly and lasciviously, I move against his touch, running my nails down his neck and back.

And I kiss him back.

My lips are hostage to his lips, and my breath is intertwined with his.

We taste like grapes and heat and lust, and the more I think about it, the more turned on I get.

How would we fuck for money if we normally fucked like this?

I’m sure he has something in mind.

But for now, this feels like swimming in bliss.

Eventually, he grips his dress shirt back and peels it off while I unbuckle his belt and run down his zipper.

My fingers loop around his hardness when he pushes up. Propped on his knees, he brings it straight to my mouth.

It’s nothing like I had in mind, but it’s also nothing we hadn’t done before.

Barely quenching my thirst for him I suck on the chiseled head of his erection while having him tower over me, naked to his waist, his pants open, the buckle clinking every time I bob my head.

Holding the back of my head, he helps me sheathe more of his wet hard–on.

And we do this, teasing myself to death while he watches me swirl my tongue around him, my cheeks tense, my eyes watery from him hitting the back of my throat.

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