Page 86 of An Indecent Longing

She sucked in a sharp breath then did what he wanted. He rewarded her with a nip at her breast before he moved back to her mouth. He needed her mouth. Needed to kiss her, to taste her while he—

Fuck.

He pulled back, looked her in the eyes.

“We need a condom.”

She swallowed hard and glanced to her side. “I had one tucked in my shorts.”

He couldn’t help it. He smiled. And leaned back in to kiss her.

“Get it.”

Twisting at the waist, she leaned over to reach the floor and he watched each supple movement of her body with awe. Lean muscle with just enough curve to make him salivate.

He kept thinking he wanted to spend hours simply running his hands over her perfect body, but he didn’t know if he’d ever have that much patience. She incited him to rush, to gorge. For a man who hadn’t spent much time indulging in anything as pleasurable as her body in years, Ian thought his heart might explode if he ever allowed himself to spend that kind of time simply petting her.

Holding her tight so she didn’t fall, he pulled her in close enough to kiss. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she returned his kiss with an urgency that made him groan. His tongue sank into her mouth and twined around hers, his lungs working hard and his heart pumping. And his cock throbbed.

As if she’d read his mind, she broke the kiss to lean back, tearing open the foil wrapper and rolling the condom onto his shaft with shaky fingers.

Her hips shifted and she would’ve sank onto him right away if he hadn’t slid one hand between her thighs and ran his fingers through the slick lips of her sex. She froze, her head bent as she watched him play with her.

The moisture coating her labia and now his fingers made him want to lick her but he didn’t want to wait any longer to have her. Instead, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them while she watched, her eyes growing wider by the second.

When she drew in a breath, it sounded like a gasp and he moved in again to kiss her because he couldn’t not. She moved willingly, eagerly, lifting her body so she could rub her mound against his cock, making him just as slick as she was.

Goddamn, he didn’t want that condom between them. He’d do whatever testing she wanted but soon—

Wrapping one hand around him, she pulled his cock back, fitted the head to her entrance, and slid down on him.

They broke apart to breathe, otherwise they might’ve suffocated. Her head tipped back far enough that he could see her close her eyes as her tongue slipped out to lick her parted lips.

She looked like sensuality personified and he had to fight back the urge to fuck her hard and fast and make her come so damn hard, she passed out.

Instead, he let her sink slowly onto his cock until she completely engulfed him. When she moaned and rolled her hips, making his cock throb, he grabbed her hips and held her still.

Then he held her gaze as he lifted her. Her tight pussy gripped him like a fist, her heat nearly blistering. But he forced himself to set a slow, torturous pace, even though he wanted to rush.

Swallowing hard, she let him lift her almost off his cock then sink back down, every inch of his cock surrounded. She was so wet, she slid easily, the soft sounds of his penetration inflaming his desire even more.

Her fingers sank into the hair at his nape, tugging hard. Which made him smile. She didn’t want to give up too much control, needed to assert herself in some way. That was just fine by him.

They could wrestle for control any day as long as they both won in the end. And he’d make sure they did.

If the look on her face was any indication, she was trying hard not to fall too quickly, which just made him determined for her to come multiple times.

Sliding one hand from her hip, he brushed his thumb over her clit. Once. Twice. Light enough to tease, not hard enough to pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered and her hips jerked, but he held her steady and pulled her down until her labia brushed against his balls.

“Not fair.” She practically panted.

Oh yes, it was. He was going to make her come and he got to feel her grip his cock while she did. Totally fair.

But he didn’t speak, wasn’t sure he could do anything but breathe. And make love to her.

He tweaked her clit harder now, making her grind on him. He responded by grabbing both hips and pulling her up. Her hands tightened in his hair and her mouth pursed in frustration as he kept to this slow thrust and retreat.

A little faster now, his hips began to pump as she slid down, deepening the contact. Every time he sank deep, she moaned. Every time he retreated, she tugged on his hair, demanding more.

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