Page 61 of Best In Class
Her hand slides down my stomach, fingers brushing against the waistband of my boxers.
My hips buck involuntarily.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her lips, and she smiles, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip.
“You want me to touch you?” Her breath is hot against my skin.
“Yes,” I manage to say before my brain short circuits when her hand slip inside my boxers and wrap around my cock.
She strokes me slowly, her thumb brushing over the head of my erection.
I thrust into her hand.
“Moonbeam.” My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, wanting her closer.
“Dom.” She licks my lips.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
She squeezes me, and it drives me wild.
I pull her onto me until she straddles me.
Her pussy is pressed against my cock. She’s not wearing panties. I know because I saw her sensible black cotton underwear drying in the bathroom.
I slide my hands up her thigh to grip her ass to hold her to me.
“Dom,” she moans, grinding, rubbing her clit against me. Her body is trembling with need. “Please.”
I want to fuck her so bad. I want to bury myself inside her. Make her scream my name.
But I can’t. Not yet. Not when she doesn’t know the truth. Not when it’s just the physicality of our attraction driving us. I want more. I want it all with her.
“Baby.” My voice is rough with need. “We can’t. Not yet.”
She pouts, her lower lip jutting out in a way that makes me want to bite it.
“I’m not done with you yet.” She shifts and her hand returns to my cock.
She strokes me faster, her thumb brushing over my cock head with every stroke.
She leans down, her lips brushing against my ear, her tongue flicking against my earlobe. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth.”
Well, fuck!
She slides down my body, kissing my overheated skin.
She crouches between my legs.
Her blonde hair is like a beacon. She pulls my boxers away. I let her.
If this is all I can have, I’ll take it.
I want this.
I want her.
Her lips brush against my erection before she takes me into her mouth.
