My hips buck. “Dane!”
He draws back just far enough to meet my eye with a smug expression. “Is this still okay?”
This is, by far, the most sensual sight I have ever seen. A man as formidable as Dane Larson, kneeling between my legs, his mouth poised to devour me, makes me throw all caution to the wind. Nerves disappear. All that remains is a desire so strong I feel like I’m going to combust.
“Yes,” I say, stronger this time. My hands grip the couch cushions by my hips. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Oh, baby. You don’t have to worry about that.” Dane dives back between my legs with renewed enthusiasm.
I moan and pant with each stroke of his tongue. Heat gathers in my core with each expert flick and delicious press of his fingers.
“Oh, god.” Pressure builds. “I’m close!”
Dane growls approvingly and increases his pace. Heat rushes to where he touches me, and then it explodes out, rippling through my limbs as I rock against his face. My hands find their way to his hair, and I grip tight as I ride out the orgasm.
When my pleasure ends, I exhale a shuddering breath and release his hair with a disbelieving sigh. Dane looks up. His jaw glistens with moisture.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Morgan.” He licks his lips. “And you taste delicious.”
I think I’m going to die.
Dane stands and adjusts his erection in his pants before holding out a hand. I let him pull me to my feet, then wrap my arms around his neck and draw him down for a passionate kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and desire stokes to life in my chest once more.
I lower one hand and undo his belt buckle in one smooth movement. Dane hums, impressed, but the amused sound morphs into a tortured groan when I slip my hand into his underwear and wrap my fingers around his dick.
“Morgan.”
“Yes?” I grin against his lips and stroke his thick length once. Twice. Three times. Moisture beads at the tip. I run my thumb over it and spread the smooth liquid down its length.
“You’re killing me.”
“Not yet, but I will.” I kiss his lips once, then pull away and drop to my knees.
I slide Dane’s pants to his ankles, then look up and hold his gaze as I do the same to his boxer briefs. His jaw slackens as I take him in my mouth, keeping eye contact as I hollow out my cheeks.
“Damn, Morgan.” His hand dives into my hair, grabbing a fistful. The pull on my scalp sends tingles to my toes. I love it. “Keep doing that.”
I oblige, bobbing my head and cupping his balls as I work his dick between my lips, tongue, and gentle nips with my teeth.
His grunts, groans, and moans fuel the fire of my lust. Going down on a guy was never something I enjoyed. It was always done in reciprocation, but I didn’t get off from it.
With Dane, I feel my core slicken with each pleasure-filled sound that leaves his mouth. Knowing I’m the one who makes him feel this good does something to me. I’ve never felt this way before.
“Oh, shit, Morgan.” Dane grunts. The hand holding my hair shifts ever so slightly, adjusting my pace as his hips buck. “I’m going to come.”
I don’t pull back.
If anything, I increase my efforts, sucking and licking and stroking his dick until Dane lets out a guttural roar and spills into my mouth.
My eyes water as I swallow salty mouthful after salty mouthful. Dane’s hips slow their bucking. He releases his fist and strokes my head with an expression filled with wonder and affection that makes my stomach flip.
“Holy shit, Morgan.” He reaches down and wraps an arm around my waist to pick me up. My legs wrap around his waist. He captures my lips in a long, sensual kiss. “That was incredible.”
“Good.” I grip his shoulders and kiss him again. “But I don’t want to be done yet.”
I’m still riding high on confidence.
“Oh, baby. Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”