Page 60 of Torrid Passion
He sits on the bed next to me.
“Come here,” he says.
I scoot closer to him.
“Straddle me,” he commands.
I place my hands on his firm chest and get into position.
As much as I want this, I’ve never been so nervous in my life. After wanting this man for so long, it’s actually happening and I have yet to wrap my head—or heart—around it.
My naked pussy rests on top of his sheathed cock.
He’s hard as rod iron.
He slides a finger between my lips. “You’re so wet,” he grunts.
“Jesus.”I am.
Sitting on top of him like this, I can fully appreciate how impressive his cock is.
This is going to be a challenge.
Loki rests his hands on my hips. Something wicked flashes in his eyes and the next thing I know, he moves my hips in a swiveling motion, forcing me to grind along his cock.
“Christ almighty!” I shout.
He lets out a low guttural grunt.
My fingers work their way into his hair and I pull his face close to mine.
“You want my mouth?” he asks.
“I want every part of you!”
“I’m all yours.”
His wide grin is disarming.
Once again, that wasn’t my inner voice talking.
Darn.
Loki presses up against me as he ravishes my mouth. I can still taste myself against his lips. He kisses me hard and hungry. His tongue is everywhere and I match his passion lick for lick. He threads his fingers through my hair, pulling it in fistfuls.
“Your mouth is intoxicating,” he says between kisses.
“I feel the same about yours.”
For a few long erotic minutes, we’re all lips, tongue and hands as he continues to grind against me.
Who knew grinding against a guy could be this hot?
This is so freaking amazing, it won’t take me much to come.
“Now turn around,” he says breaking our embrace.
“What?”
