Page 89 of Forced Proximity
I moaned, lifting my legs up high to wrap around his hips.
He smoothed his hand up the length of my thigh, curling it around my ass to find the wetness between my legs.
And I was really wet.
That was what the man did to me.
If last night’s slow, lazy lovemaking hadn’t been enough, sleeping beside him all night would’ve done it. Or the way he easily handled my crazy family.
Or when he pressed his hips to mine while he argued with me, reminding me of what I’d be missing if I let him go.
His fingers swirled around my wetness, testing my readiness.
“I can take you.” I pulled back from his kiss, breathless with anticipation. “I’m ready.”
He hummed and ignored me, continuing to play while pressing kisses to my bare shoulders.
Open-mouthed kisses that were driving me wild.
“Finnian, please,” I begged.
He pulled away completely then, setting me down on my feet.
I started to walk toward the bed, and he let me.
But when I got there, he didn’t let me go where I wanted to—flat on my back. No, he allowed me to climb on top, but before I could get where I wanted, he caught my hip and yanked me around, positioning me on the bed. Mostly.
The only thing that was off the bed was my head, which fell off the bed, giving him a perfect angle to…
He pulled his cock out of his underwear and my mouth started to water.
“Open,” he instructed as he covered his cock with my wetness.
I licked my lips before doing as instructed, intrigued and a whole lot turned on.
I’d never done this before.
I’d had three sexual partners in my life, two of them long-term. And none of them had asked to fuck my mouth.
Hell, I hadn’t been all that interested in sucking cock in general.
But if that was all that Finnian wanted to do, I knew that I was going to get off on it all the same.
He fisted his cock, and I groaned at the way he pumped it, pressing my thighs together as I watched him.
“I opened my mouth, Finnian,” I growled.
He grinned, and it wasn’t sweet at all.
It was lecherous and knowing, and it made my clit pulse.
“Thirsty?” he asked as he walked forward, still pumping his cock.
“Famished.” I stretched my neck out and poked out my tongue, hoping to get a hit of the precum that was rolling down the head of his cock.
He guided his cock head to my tongue and dragged it deliciously against it.
Salty sweetness hit my tongue and exploded.
