Page 92 of Kiss Me Tonight

Her legs tremble on either side of me, and I’m faced with the truth: maybe I’m the first one to go down on her, but she’s the first one to make sex feel like something more than just getting off.

I want to take my time.

I want to make her come all over my face, and then shove her right back up the same damn mountain so I can watch her splinter apart all over again. Never has fucking felt more selfish. Feeling her heels dig into my back? Hearing her keening moans? Knowing that I’m the first and only guy to ever feast on her like she’s my own personal buffet? Yeah, all kinds of selfish on my part.

I’ve never been accused of being a gentleman.

Needing more, I thrust a finger deep inside her.

“Oh!”

I enter her with another finger, just to see her belly seesaw with heavy breaths and her hands fist the blanket. Like I said, selfish.

“Dominic.” Her hands fly off the ground to clamp down on my forearms. She pulls fruitlessly. “I need you.Please.”

I lap at her clit, applying enough pressure to send her hips on the rise again.

Her panting echoes in my ears. “No, that’s not what I mean. You. I needyou.”

“What part of me?” I taunt, before swirling my tongue over the sensitive nub again. “Say the words for me, Coach.”

She pauses only a moment before caving with an aggravated cry. “Your cock, you jerk.Now.”

With one last lick at her clit, I slide her legs from my shoulders. “Take off your underwear,” I order, already fumbling in my jeans’ pocket for the condom in my wallet.I tuck the square foil between my teeth, keeping it safe as I kick off my pants and shoes before dropping to my knees. I can’t see a damn thing but I feel the cool breeze against my erection, and then I feel even more when Levi’s dainty fingers unexpectedly wrap around my length.

“Aspen.”

Fire races down my spine when her lips delicately kiss the tip of my cock. It’s sweet and tender and then she might as well cut me at the knees. She sucks me in.All the way down. A gurgling noise erupts from her mouth as I hit the back of her throat, andoh, fuck.Control spirals out of reach. It’s gone the instant she peels back long enough to praise, “I love the way you taste,” and then goes back to lapping at the leaking, swollen head.

I’m going to die.

All these years of risking my life in dozens of different ways, and I’m gonna end up with an obituary in the newspaper that reads:Died of a heart attack at the age of thirty-five. Cause: amazing blow job. Where: on a mountain top. Regrets: only that he didn’t last long to finish the job.

Frantically, I rake my fingers through her hair. “No more,” I groan, “you keep that up and I’m going to come . . .Jesus, Aspen.”

I cup the back of her head, unable to keep from thrusting forward. I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to scare her. But nothing—nothing—has ever felt so good as her mouth sucking me off. Her hand and lips meet in the middle of my cock, coming together again and again to turn my vision sideways and wreak havoc on my body.

When she finally does pull away, it’s with the sassiest retort I’ve ever heard: “Say it, Dominic,” she purrs, her fingers dancing their way up my flat, ridged stomach, “say how much you want this.”

“I wantyou,” I confess raggedly.

I rip the condom open with my teeth, roll the latex down over my already hypersensitive erection, then climb on top of her. In all my life, I’ve always stuck to positions that put women facing away from me. Doggy-style. Reverse cowgirl. Doesn’t matter how it got done, so long as I didn’t need to make that connection.

Callous.

Asshole.

Unfeeling.

I can’t be any of that tonight, not with her. Levi.Aspen.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, I prop myself up with a hand to the left of her head. Guide my cock to her pussy, already hissing between my teeth because I know this woman is going to ruin me forever as soon as I thrust inside.

“I’m big,” I warn her, not cockily just stating the facts.

She hooks her hands over my shoulders. “I know.”

“I’m not gonna be able to take it slow.”

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