Page 44 of Dirty Filthy Boy
For a while, the only sounds to be heard are the sawing of our breaths.
"Maybe we should just do it."
What!!!Is she suggesting what I think she is?"Do what?"
"Have sex."
Shhiiiitt!My cock is pulsing so hard it's fucking leaking by now. "MacKenna, I'm not going to take advantage of you. Not now when you're not in a good place." There. I acted like a gentleman. Disgusted, my cock tears up my player card.
"Ty." She touches my arm and I hiss out a breath. "See? You can't sleep. I can't sleep. I liked it when we had sex last time. I liked it a lot. Maybe if we have sex all this tension will disa—"
I tackle her to the bed. My hand snakes beneath the hem of her shirt, skims her soft thigh, and heads for the promised land. I tried. God knows I tried, but there's only so much temptation a man can withstand. "You're wet."
"You make me wet." She purrs.
Jeezus, how can I hope to be a gentleman with that admission?
One handed, I wrestle the shirt off her, toss it to the floor. "Are you sure MacKenna? Are you absolutely, positively sure you want to have sex with me?"
"Yes, Ty. I'm sure." She curls one of her soft hands around my neck and tugs me down, brushes her lips against mine. And then she pulls back, a horrified look on her face. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
"Forgot what?"
"You don't kiss."
"Did Marigold tell you that too?"
"Yes."
Man that chick's a fount of information when it comes to me. "She's right. I don't kiss other women. But"—I kiss her soft shoulder, her supple throat, her satiny cheek—" I very much want to kiss you." I haul her body directly beneath me. Her eyes darken as I swoop in for a kiss. I keep up that swaying motion while I kiss her soft lips. She smells of everything that is sweet and good in this world.
Her hands clamp down on my shoulders while I play with her mouth, nibbling, licking the edges, sucking in the luscious bottom lip. Her pussy's drenching my cock. She loves what I'm doing to her. But as much as I want to pound into her, I keep up the soft, easy pace.
I suck her tongue into my mouth, gently explore hers. She's breathing hard and so am I. Don't know how long I can keep up this gentle pace. But this is MacKenna, not some groupie interested in hard and quick. She wants the tenderness, the romance. I'm going to give her exactly what she wants. Even if it kills me.
But first I need to make sure she's protected. I reach for the drawer in the night table, fish out a packet, rip it with my teeth and roll the latex over my cock. The damn thing's so hard I struggle to get it on.
Eyes wide, she lies watching the whole operation. "Do you always—?" she asks.
"Yes." Every damn time. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just . . . the condom makes it real. You know."
"Have you changed your mind? About the sex I mean?" Like there's another offer on the table.
She curls her soft hand around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. "No. I haven't."
"These beauties of yours drive me crazy. So plump and bouncy." I slip the tip of one into my mouth and suckle.
She moans. "Oh, God. Ty. Do that again."
"With pleasure." I settle down to feast on her skin while my hand plumps and kneads the other one.
She wiggles and I notch my hard on between her legs right where it will do the most good.
"Oh, yes. More, please."
I'm a big man and she hasn't had much experience, so I ease into her an inch at a time, while I savor the sweet skin of hers. Man, she tastes of brown sugar all over. And her scent? Well, I don't have to tell you what that scent does to me. I keep up that surging motion while she writhes beneath me.
