About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(47)

Looking stunned, she lowered her face and licked me again. My entire body shuddered. That was new.

My eyes closed. “Yeah, baby. Now put your mouth around me. Suck me gently at first.” Her lips surrounded me and I couldn’t remember a time when head was as good as this. I peered down at her and instructed, “Use your hands, Maya. Jerk me while you suck me. Work your mouth up and down. Don’t try to take too much or you’ll gag.”

Oh, man. Maya followed instructions like a pro. She licked then sucked me, making it halfway down my cock, then back up again. Her hands worked me till I was harder than a f*cking rock. She became more comfortable, bolder, as she went on. I groaned, my hips gently thrusting into her mouth. Her eyes open, she growled around me, and it vibrated around my cock.

I pulled back, gripping my cock as tight as I could while placing a hand on Maya’s shoulder to push her back a little. “Holy shit. That’ll do for now, babe.”

She watched the hand squeezing my cock then looked back up at me. “What happened?”

Panting lightly, I explained, “I didn’t want to come in your mouth. That can be a shock for a first timer. Also, as horny as I am, it would’ve been a load and a half. I didn’t want to choke you.”

Her surprised expression turned soft. She smiled up at me and bunched her nose adorably. “I almost made you come?”

I glared down at her, but softened it with a smile. “Nobody likes a gloater, Maya.”

Placing her hands on my knees, she stood and clapped her hands together. “Now what?” I could’ve sworn she almost looked excited.

I reached out and gripped her waist, pulling her close to me. Splaying my hands on her hips, I buried my nose in the valley between her breasts. “Now I get to play.”

My fingers toying at the waist of her pastel pink silken panties, my gaze flew up to her breasts and the matching pink of her bra. She looked so innocent. It was easy to forget her inexperience when she looked at me with those heated eyes.

My eyes on hers, I reached behind her and undid her bra in one smooth motion. My gaze narrowed, daring her to object. I was surprised when she didn’t. “I’m going to touch and kiss you now. If I do anything you don’t like, what are you going to say?”

Her bra tumbled down her arms and onto the floor between us. “Hold,” she uttered weakly. My hands slid up her waist, gently over her ribs, and then farther up till I held her breasts in my greedy hands. They were delectable, slightly more than a handful. Her pink nipples stood erect and proud. I couldn’t help myself. I lowered my lips to one and sucked it into my ravenous mouth.

Her hands flew to the back of my head, clutching it, holding me close to her. The gasp that followed fuelled me.

I sucked one before moving on to the other. I listened to her pant and moan as I squeezed the opposite breast of the one I had my mouth on. I plucked at one nipple as I lapped at the other. I was in Heaven. My cock needed contact; it was all but begging for it. I reached behind me to one of the hands at my head, grasped it, and then lowered it to my hard length. She didn’t need encouragement. She jerked me as I nipped her taut bud then laved it with my tongue.

She liked having her breasts played with. I liked playing with breasts.

Tonight would go just fine, I thought.

Once again on the verge of coming, I grated, “On the bed.”

Not giving her a chance to move herself, I stood, picked her up, and laid her down on top of the covers. The dimmed light meant Maya could have comfort, but I could see everything. Looking down at her curvy body, I placed my hand on her stomach and ran my fingers over the pattern I’d seen earlier. She had a tattoo on her lower stomach. It was a tattoo of lace that went across her belly then curled around her right hip, and lower onto her left thigh. She was getting me so hot that I wanted to run my tongue over it.

My gaze caught hers. I plucked at her panties. “I’m taking these off. And after I finish admiring you, I’m going to eat your * till you come.”

She went rigid. Her eyes widened before she shut them tightly and her body relaxed. I took that as permission. Hooking my fingers at either sides of her waist, I lowered the scrap of silk then glanced down at her naked body.

My heart beat faster. She was beautiful. I hadn’t known what I had done to get the business of such a pretty, funny, sweet lady, but I was glad for it. I hoped our friendship would continue after this was over. In fact, I prayed it would. I liked Maya. I liked her a lot.

Still lying with her eyes closed, I smiled. I lowered my face to hers and captured her mouth in a soft kiss. “You don’t have to look, sweet Maya. Just feel, baby. Let me take care of you.”

To my surprise, she lifted her face to kiss me once again. Her full lips on mine felt like she should be getting paid for this encounter, not me. She breathed, “Okay, Quinn.”

I kissed my way down her body, a trail from her cheek, down to the valley between her breasts, farther down to her soft belly, over to her hip. I nipped at her hipbone before losing the battle and running my tongue over the entire length of her tattoo. From one hip to the other, I licked, nipped, and kissed her velvet skin, taking joy in her low sigh of arousal.

Taking my hand, I lowered it to the neat and trimmed area between her thighs, softly running my fingertips over it, stroking it. Honestly, I liked a woman with fuzz. There was nothing sexy about a woman who looked like a little girl. Yuck.