Page 121 of Enthrall
“Better get on with it then,” he said.
In a flurry of activity, we undressed each other, all arms and legs, shirts and pants flying around us.
Richard reached for his discarded jeans, his hand disappearing into the back pocket. He held up a condom packet with mock discovery. “Ah-ha.”
He made me smile.
“I love you, Mia.”
Richard’s nakedness took my breath away. His chiseled torso and his tanned skinned glowed beneath these swirling lights, easily earning him Adonis status. His beauty was too much. My gaze drifted up at the solar system with its preordained orbiting motion, its hypnotic never-ending rhythm. These planets were not the only ones influenced by a gravitational pull.
Braving to look again at this perfect man, impossible to resist, I reached for him.
He watched with a fascination. “This may be one of my fantasies.”
“Really?” I said, gripping his erection with both hands and moving them up and down. His cock rose majestically out of glorious blond curls, hard and long, and very thick. “Maybe it’s one of mine too?”
“Really,” he echoed, “and what else do you fantasize about?”
“Doing this.” Kneeling before him, leaning low, I ran my tongue along the full length of him. I caressed with both hands while my tongue lapped along delicate veins.
His head fell back and he let out the softest sigh.
Sucking his fullness, filling my mouth with him, I felt him twitching with pleasure.
His top lip curled. “I like this fantasy of yours, I have to say.”
Running the tip of my tongue over the head, I dipped into that dewy bead to taste him, relish him. I desperately needed to know how he’d feel inside me, down there, in the channel that rippled with yearning. Covering my teeth with my lips, I took in all of him, working his full length from base to tip, relaxing my throat to take him in all the way, even as his cock demanded to go farther. He gripped my scalp and fisted locks of my hair, controlling the pace, controlling me, and I let out the deepest sigh of gratitude.
Moaning, he thrust deeper. “Yes, Mia, like that.”
Lost in this sea of passion, sucking him deeper, I wanted to tell him how complete this made me feel. How perfect it felt to have him inside my mouth, lavishing him with all the pleasure and love he deserved.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he said, shifting away and reaching beneath the arch of my back, sweeping me toward him as his smile fell upon my throat, his lips gliding up to my earlobe and nipping, sending spasms of pleasure down into my belly and farther still. My heartbeat quickened, my breaths came faster. I surrendered, wanting nothing more than this.
He reached for my nipples, tweaking them hard with his steady fingers. Leaning in, he lapped at the pertness, suckling, elongating the bud with his expert mouth, causing my deep throated moans to echo. Moving over my other breast, he took his time, licking, nipping, causing me to shudder. His right hand lowered between my legs and cupped there between my shaking thighs, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me as he ran a fingertip along my cleft.
“You’re wet for me,” he said, nudging me to lay on my back.
Planting kiss upon kiss down my abdomen, rimming my navel with his tongue, his mouth darted downward. It reached my inner thighs, teasing me with his flitting tongue, threatening at any moment he’d wander farther.
Like he did now.
A groan escaped me, a cry of pleasure, then I snapped into silence as he stole my voice, my breath, my reason. Sending shivers through me, he stunned my clit with blissful circles, spearing into me, bringing me so close to my release.
“I’ll tell you when you can come,” he said firmly.
“Oh,” I moaned. “Please.”
“I can see I’m going to have to take you through orgasm training.” He nibbled my clit.
My protracted moan gave my answer.
There came the rip of a condom and then he eased it on, unraveling it over his pulsing head.
“Please,” I said. “Richard.”
Just the sight of him, the suspense of knowing my time was imminent, sent tingles into my body, causing me to weaken, my thighs shuddering.
