Page 23 of Against All Odds

Her eyes were wide with arousal, and her breath caught every so often. I liked that I could do this to her. Unravel her.

“More,” she pleaded, her legs closing around my head.

“Shh,” I whispered, not wanting to rush this. I wanted to savor. My dick wanted to bust a nut likenow, but the man I was wanted time with this woman who had gotten under my skin in no time at all. I wanted to unwrap her moans and her orgasm like the gift it was.

I slid two fingers inside her. She was wet, hot, velvet, and snug.

“I want you to come, Bambi,hard. Can you do that for me?”

She gave me an incoherent answer that stroked my ego as I pumped my fingers in and out of her as I sucked her clit. I could feel her release build, and it was the most fantastic thing. She was a delight with her mewls and the way her body tightened and arched. I circled her clit and kept thrusting my fingers hard inside of her. Her thighs began to shake, and I couldn’t believe that I could make this woman come and give her this kind of pleasure. I knew what to do with a woman, but I wasn’t an arrogant asshole who thought my body was a gift from God, and no woman had everhad to fake with me. Hell, I was pretty sure there were a couple of times that Alexa did, wanting to be done with it.

But there was nothing fake about Bambi. She was…uninhibited.

“Come on my fingers and tongue, and then you can come on my cock.” Could she come more than once? Some women couldn’t, or rather, I couldn’t coax another out of them, which was why I usually tried to time my release with theirs. But with Sable, I wanted to watch her as she went over—not be blinded by my orgasm when she did.

My thumb moved back and forth on her clit while I finger fucked her—and then, beautifully, on a loud whimper, she exploded.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She was incredible. Her face flushed, a coat of sweat over her body, looking like morning dew on flower petals. This wasn’t like me. I didn’t get emotional over sex. I mean, a good fuck was just that—but this was special, different, heartbreakingly amazing, and I hadn’t even had her yet.

She tugged me up to kiss me, and I let her; her hands were on me, pushing my jeans down my ass. “Let me make you feel good,” she murmured. “Let me. Let me. Let me.”

“I want that, Bambi.” I got up, my dick tenting my boxers, my jeans unzipped and hanging on my hips. “But I need something first.”

I held out a hand, and she took it. I tugged, and sherose, naked, beautifully so. I pulled her close and stroked her silky ass. “I want you in bed.”

There was no one I’d rather christen my bed with than her, this woman who was strong and vulnerable, charming and affectionate, a mystery but still open.

“I want that, too,” she repeated my words. “But Ineedsomething first.”

I arched an eyebrow in query, and she dropped to her knees. She pushed my jeans and underwear down and waited until I stepped out of them. “I want to come inside you this first time,” I warned her. But who was I kidding? If she wanted me to, I’d come down her sexy throat. I’d do anything she wanted. Scary fucking thought.

She wrapped her hand around my cock. I loved the way she seemed to admire it as she stroked me as if getting a feel of me. Her mouth covered my dick, and I slipped my hands into her silky hair. I wasn’t going to direct her, just hold on for dear life.

She moaned as if she was enjoying me as much as I loved what her mouth was doing to me. She swirled her tongue around my dick, and then sucked hard. Fuck me! I almost blew my load then and there, but I wasn’t fifteen, so I restrained myself, though it was a close thing.

“Sable,” I managed in a guttural voice.

She held the base of my shaft with one hand while the other was on my ass, keeping me close to her. She pressed the flat of her tongue beneath the underside of my erection and began to lick me root to tip beforeswirling her tongue over the crown. Yeah, so maybe Iwasgoing to come down her throat or on her tits.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, losing the plot, wanting to hold her still so I could fuck her mouth. I knew she’d let me. My Bambi liked sex and wasn’t afraid of giving and taking. That idea made my balls draw up. As if feeling that, she moved her hand from my ass to squeeze them, just the way I liked it, with enough pressure that I began to push my hips into her mouth.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I warned her.

She pulled back, my cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. “Would you like that?”

Gentleness swarmed me when I looked at her swollen lips, her disheveled hair, the excitement in her eyes, and the flush of good sex on her skin.

“Yeah, baby. I would. But I want inside you this time.” I held my hand out to her, and this time, she took it and rose.

We kissed; I couldn’t stop, and like drunkards, we went up the stairs, taking longer than it should as we touched and tasted.

By the time we got into my bed, I was out of my mind, and so was she.

“Now, Heath,” she cried out.

Definitely now!

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