Page 62 of Depths of Desire
He tilted his chin, challenging. “You’re still dressed.”
I smirked, but my hand moved to the sheet. “Let’s fix that problem first.”
He watched, pupils widening, as I pinched the edge of the cotton and tugged, slow, deliberate, teasing. Inch by inch, I uncovered him. The ridges of his abdomen, the lines of his hips, the powerful slope of his thighs.
And then his cock, fully hard now, thick and flushed and perfect. Precum beaded at the tip, and I had to bite back a groan.
My breath stuttered somewhere between my chest and throat.
He was stunning.
But it wasn’t just his body.
It was him.
My fingers skimmed the length of his leg, up and around his waist, finding the familiar groove of his hip bone and anchoring there. I dipped lower, over his stomach, deliberately avoiding where he wanted me most. He made a frustrated sound that went straight to my cock.
“Tease,” he breathed.
“You started it.” I leaned in to press a kiss just above his navel, then lower, following the trail of dark hair that led down. His skin shivered under my mouth.
His cock twitched against my cheek as I kissed him along his hip bone, so close but not touching where he needed me.
“Please,” Lennox whispered, and that single word nearly undid me.
I looked up at him, hair mussed, lips parted, eyes dark with want, and couldn’t resist anymore. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and took him into my mouth in one smooth motion.
“Fuck!” His back arched off the bed, one hand flying to tangle in my hair.
He tasted like salt and heat and everything I’d been craving. I worked him slowly at first, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the way he filled my mouth completely. His thighs trembled on either side of my head.
“God, yes, just like that,” he panted, his hips rocking up slightly. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, until my nose brushed the short hair at his base. The sound he made was inhuman.
I set a rhythm, slow pulls, quick flicks of my tongue, hollowing my cheeks until he gasped my name like a prayer. His free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding back. But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him falling apart.
I slipped a hand between his legs, fingers finding the tight ring of muscle behind his balls. He was already slick there, he’d prepared himself while waiting for me, and that thought made my own cock throb painfully in my shorts.
“You planned this,” I said, pulling off him just long enough to speak.
“Hoped for it,” he corrected breathlessly. “I always hope for it.”
I circled my finger around his entrance, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. “How long have you been ready for me?”
“Since you left this morning.” His voice cracked on the words. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you. About this.”
I pushed one finger inside him, and he was so hot, so ready, that I had to pause and breathe through the rush of arousal. He clenched around me, pulling me deeper.
“More,” he begged, and I gave it to him, another finger, stretching him slowly while I went back to work on his cock with my mouth.
The combination of sensations had him writhing beneath me, torn between pushing down onto my fingers and up into my mouth. He was gorgeous like this, completely undone, chasing pleasure with abandon.
“I need you,” he gasped. “Need you inside me. Now.”
I released his cock with a wet pop and kissed my way up his body, pausing to bite gently at his nipple. He cried out, his cock jerking against my stomach and leaving a streak of pre-cum on my skin.
“You’re staring,” Lennox murmured as I settled between his thighs.
“I’ll stop when I’ve memorized all of you.”
