Page 92 of Dangerous Encore
Pleasure wells up inside me. The pleasure he'sgivingme.
It's sexy as all hell, his face between my legs. But it's morethanthat.
It's fucking romantic, the way he's groaningagainstme.
The way he can't get enough of mypleasure.
I tug at his hair, holding his mouth against me. "Fuck, Joel." I scream it louder.Louder.
Loud enough our neighbor bangs onthedoor.
"I'm almost there, baby." I buck against his hips. My last conscious thought drifts away as Dirty Bella takes over. "Makemecome."
The command gets his nails digging into mythighs.
He licks meharder.
Faster.
Almost.
There.
With the next flick of his tongue, I come. I shake. I shudder. I scream his name again andagain.
Then I tug at his hair. "Fuckme.Now."
He plants himself on the couch next to me and pulls my bodyontohis.
I stare into his eyes as Istraddlehim.
As his hands curl intomyhips.
As his tip strainsagainstme.
Fuck, he's staring back at me. His eyes are full of desire, but there's more than that. There's love, need,affection.
Trust.
I tug at his hair as I bring my bodyontohis.
Fuck, thatfeelsgood.
Like it's where we bothbelong.
He presses his palm against my back, bringing my chest to his mouth. And he toys with my nipple like his life dependsonit.
I have to let my eyelids presstogether.
I have to tug athishair.
I have to screamhisname.
He still plays me like I'm his favoriteinstrument.
I'm about to scream for mercy when he moves to my other nipple. Fuck, that feelssogood.
I rock my hips, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone, feeling every hard inchofhim.
