Moans escape both of us.
Her hands glide over my upper body, lightly exploring every inch.
“Maybe.” She gasps, then slides down before bending over to lick the groove along my abs. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you without a shirt. Let’s count them. One.” She licks the next groove. “Two.”
Beads of sweat break out.
“Three.” Her voice is muffled the lower she gets. “Four.” She starts back at the top and counts down on the other side. “Mmm, I love all your muscles.”
I look down and see the mischievous expression on her face. “Is it my turn yet?”
She rocks back and forth above me, causing her hard nipples to slide against my cock.
I lift my hips and angle it down the center of her cleavage. “I love seeing my cock cradled between your tits.”
Her chin jerks down to look at us, then shifts back to me.
“Push them together,” I plead, wanting her softness wrapped around me.
She pushes in from the sides. “Like this?”
“Fuck,” I return. “Yes, just like that, sweetheart.”
She rocks slowly back and forth, but her grin tells me she knows the light touch is only making me crazy. “How about this?”
I swivel my hips until I’m pulling in the opposite direction. A drop of cum leaks out.
She stops, and I grit my teeth. Why did I give her full reign?
Swooping, she licks the drop from the tip, and my cock jumps in response.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs.
Opening her mouth, she takes me fully inside, and I arch my hips to encourage her to take me all the way in. Her tongue curls around the head, teasing its sensitive spot, and I can’t help the small thrust to go deeper.
Breathing out, she slides me into her throat until she’s more than halfway down, then sucks. Her mouth sets up a steady rhythm and swear words spill from my lips. The delicate touch holds me completely in her control.
My fingers grip the sheets. “Enough.” I watch her pink lips compress when she pulls my cock out of her mouth. “It’s my turn.”
“You don’t get a turn tonight,” she huskily informs me, moving up my body to settle on my lap. “I can’t wait,” she admits, and slides over me, letting me feel her wetness. Rising up, she positions me beneath her, then lowers her body down onto mine.
I surge up, burying myself to the hilt.
She moans and grinds down on top of me.
Her eyes glitter with desire, and little breaths escape each time she moves up and down.
“God, Thiago, I needed you inside me,” she says breathlessly while she rides me.
Fuck, she looks so damn beautiful, but this pace is killing me tonight. I slip my hand down between us and stroke her. Slowly at first, I gradually speed up and her hips follow. Her body tightens and I grind my jaw, trying to hold on. When I think she’s close, I pinch. The second her body clenches mine, I rise and flip us over. Driving hard and fast, I get the friction I need. My cock swells, and I come hard inside her.
Breathing heavily, I give us a minute to recover, then pull out. “Hold on, I’ll get us a towel.”
After cleaning us up, I climb into bed and pull her in my arms. “You’re amazing and I fucking love seeing you in my bed.” Her body relaxes beside mine and within minutes, she’s asleep.
I needed this—her in my arms tonight. Reminding me of what’s at stake tomorrow. Everyone I care about is going to be in that hangar. I send a little prayer to Marcos, asking him to help me keep everyone safe, then I run through every detail over and over in my mind.
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