Page 113 of Swept for Forever
He hovered over me as I lay on my back, his cock brushing my pelvis, heavy and impossible to ignore.
I pressed both palms to his chest, soaking in the feel of his slick skin and the way his body hair clung to him in dark whorls. He was so firm everywhere—so male. My thumbs grazed his roughened, chestnut nipples. They pebbled beneath my touch, and God, that made me bold.
I rubbed my body against the rug. “Take me now.”
“You want it here?” His smile came slowly, but his cock was anything but. It’d grown thicker and fully hard, demanding and stunning.
It was intimidating; there was no question about it. But I wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge, especially not this one. Especially not with him. If there was ever a time for my body to follow orders, it was now.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” I teased, my fingers following the sculpted lines of his stomach.
“Maybe I am,” he said. “You’re too beautiful to be in my company.”
His hand was cooler than it should’ve been, which was odd, considering he’d just stepped out of a hot shower. Then, after the briefest pause, he lay flat and murmured,“All yours.”
I kissed him like my body had already written a contract with his. My mouth traced wet trails down his chest, pausing to lick, nuzzle, and toy with the line of hair beneath my lips. I might’ve been clumsy and not exactly seasoned in exploring a man this way, but still, he gave me all access. He brought no rush, no ego. Just Dom, open and waiting.
I dropped to my knees. Not innocent. Not demure. It was a child’s pose reimagined, bold, sensual, and mine.
He groaned as I kissed my way down his abdomen, then lower, until my lips reached the edge of him. My hand slid to his ass. It was taut and muscled, gladiator-grade. The kind of body that made angels weep and devils smirk.
I kissed the base of his shaft, then licked a path upward.
Salt and heat. Then that malty taste. Masculinity, but aged. Less burn, more pull. Better than I imagined.
My hand closed around him, weighing the heft. He throbbed against my palm, thick and devastating.
His eyes were molten.
I took him in, my lips sealing over the crown. He shuddered when my tongue dragged along the underside.
“You’re incredible, Otter.” The sound of his voice made something in me rise. There was no room left for doubt.
So I kept going.
I licked, sucked, and tested. And he let me. Not passive, just present.
And he never once took control. He just let the moment be mine and let me love him on my terms.
I let go of his manhood. It was flushed, swollen, and glistening with need.
“I want you inside me,” I said, needing to give myself to the man who’d shown me strength, safety, and a tenderness I never thought was possible in someone so alpha. So powerful. So…Dom.
I climbed back up, skin to skin, never looking away.
“You sure you want to do it down here?” he asked.
I raked my eyes over his form, laid out on the rug like temptation itself. “Is that a crime, Counselor?”
A smile formed on his face as he lifted a hand, easing one bra strap down, then the other. I reached behind, unhooked it, and let the fabric fall.
He rose just enough to kiss the swell of my breast, sucking my nipples one by one. My thighs pressed together on instinct, my hips arching toward him.
And then his hands moved lower. His fingers hooked at the edge of my panties, and he paused, just long enough for me to nod.
He crawled beneath me while I stayed on all fours. He peeled my panties down, kissing my hips, the crease of each thigh, and the tender spots that had never been seen by someone who wanted me and not just my body.
Then he parted my folds, admiration woven into every breath and every stroke of his fingers. And when his thumb reached my clit, the bridge my body formed above him trembled. I moaned hard, the sound pulled straight from somewhere deeper than my want.
