Page 149 of Right Side of Paradise
And I was looking up at a part of my forever.
Rico’s thighs bracketed me, and he had my wrists locked in his grip on either side of my body.
I couldn’t move without a fight. But I didn’t want to fight. And when he grinded his ass against the barely there material of my pajama pants, I really didn’t want to fight.
He rolled his hips and lowered his head to suck my tongue in his mouth. “Let’s get back in bed.”
“I’m good right here.” The words came out on a feral pant. I just wanted him to do whatever to me right here,right fucking now.
But Rico climbed off me, his full lips slanting in a lopsided smile when he extended his hand. “Nightstand has lube. And I really need lube for what I want you to do to me.”
Beside the bed, we kicked our pants off and I let him tackle me again. The softer landing only succeeded in making me want this man in my skin. Rico stretched out on top of me, his dick firm against mine and his lips soft against my neck.
Sandalwood and the soapy smell of his body wash clung to him. Every inhale smelled like him, and I needed more. Canting my hips so my dick would slide against his, my eyes rolled back when I got the friction I was seeking.
Then I did it again. Over and over until Rico climbed off me to reach the nightstand.
Lube.
I almost forgot that’s why we were in bed.
Rico faced me on his side, as close as he could get without rolling on top of me again.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” His fingers wrapped around us.
He squeezed lube over our shafts.
Then he stroked.
Both of us.
At the same time.
My hips were moving before I could say otherwise and my eyes fluttered, fighting to make continual contact with the man making me feel like this.
When he lifted his leg over my hip and brought us impossibly closer, I blanked.
How did it feel this good?
His hand wasn’t between us anymore, all we had left was the steady weight of our dicks against each other and the comfort of our limbs entwined. I adored the way his hand cradled the side of my face and how his greedy tongue wrapped around mine. Myarm settled at his lower back, pressing him into me, needing him closer.
Before I knew it, I was gripping his ass, obsessed with the firmness, fascinated by how good he felt.
Rico’s breath faltered and he fumbled over his words. Then he gave up and tongued me through the new sensations lighting me up.
My fingers wandered lower, past the crease of his ass and to the tightness of his hole.
Our hips and breaths slowed in sync. Like we were both adjusting to the shift of my grip, and the easy slide of my finger against his entrance.
Breaths choppy, I circled his tightness until the thick length of his erection against mine vanished.
When my heavy lids snapped open, he was grabbing my hand and squeezing lube around my index and middle fingers.
He went back to kissing me, threw his leg over mine again and shuddered when I pressed one finger inside of him.
Rico rocked back against my hand as I worked him open.
“Shit, right there,” he moaned, humping my hand. “Right fucking there.”
