Out of Bounds(29)

Holy smokes.

He feels spectacular covering me like this even though we’re still clothed. I can only imagine what it will be like to be skin to skin with this man. My mind is a haze of lust and desire as his lips travel down my chest, and he tugs on my silky tank top. I sit up, pulling it off, then he works open my bra.

He groans when my breasts are free. “You’ve been hiding these beauties from me,” he says appreciatively as he cups them, playing with my flesh, pinching my nipples.

My hips buck up when he does that, and a burst of pleasure races straight to my core. “No more hide and seek now,” I say.

His eyes are wild with naughtiness as he kisses and sucks. He bites down, driving me wild, turning me on even more, and I’m already well past broiling. Then I reconsider my assessment when he takes off my skirt and yanks off my panties. I’m on fire as he drags one finger down my wet center.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“So slick and wet on my hand. I want to taste all this sweetness on my tongue.” He pulls my hips to the edge of my couch, kneels down, and spreads my legs wide. His gaze drifts to mine, as he growls, “I’ve gotten off to this image so many times. Now, I want you to come on my face.”

He doesn’t need to tell me that twice. Because the second he buries his face between my legs, I don’t want to do anything else but chase an orgasm.

He licks a delicious line up my center, and I wriggle closer. Sparks ignite in my veins, and my skin sizzles with every lick, every touch, every kiss of my clit. He moans and murmurs as he goes down on me, and his sounds send me soaring. My body hums with desire, and I swear pleasure has camped out in every single molecule in my body. It’s all I feel. It’s all I am, as Drew laps me up, and the intensity builds with every consuming touch. Pressing his hands on my thighs, he spreads my legs wider, then drapes them over his shoulders.

My hands shoot into his hair, gripping the strands harder, tugging him even closer still. My belly tightens, and I near the edge. My noises grow louder, filling the air as I moan and groan his name.

Then, I’m panting and saying oh God, oh God, oh God, over and over as I rock my hips into his face, curl my hands tight around his head, and soar into the sky from the pleasure. I come undone on his lips in a wild frenzy.

He pulls away and tugs off his shirt, as I blink open my eyes. What a lucky lady I am. The man undressing in front of me has a body to die for. No surprise there, but then I’d never take this kind of masculine beauty for granted. I could enjoy the view all day long.

“God, you’re so f*cking beautiful,” I say.

“Why thank you. You’re pretty f*cking bodacious yourself.”

I crack up. “Bodacious? I haven’t heard that word in ages.”

“I haven’t used it in ages. Or ever. But it fits you.”

I sit up and reach for his jeans, unbuttoning, then unzipping, and soon I’ve stripped this gorgeous man down to nothing. I’ve seen him close enough to nude before—shirtless on the beach, and bottomless in his car. But right now, he’s wearing nothing and the look suits him. I gasp. I can’t help myself. He’s so stunning. His body is unreal, and I get to play with it, use it, have it, taste it.

I grasp his hips, raise my face, and say, “I want you to f*ck me now.”

His eyes darken. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He reaches for a condom from his wallet and rolls it on, as I lie down on the couch. I open my legs for him, but he shakes his head.

“Maybe I misunderstood, but I thought this was where you wanted to be?”

He laughs as he parks himself on the couch, and pats his legs. “Get on me. I want you to ride me. And I want to play with your tits at the same time.”

His game plan sounds good to me.

I straddle him and he grasps my hips, positioning me over his cock. I rub the head against my wetness, and he draws a sharp breath, his mouth falling open. “Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad.”

I ease down on his erection, and as he fills me inch by delicious inch, I moan. It feels so good. He’s big, but I’m ridiculously wet, so taking him in isn’t a problem. Soon, he’s in deep, and the feeling is intense. Goose bumps rise all over my skin as I start to move on him. His strong hands dig into my hips and he guides me. Shuddering from the wild sensations, I lean in closer, my breasts brushing his chest.

He groans as he thrusts inside me, stroking up.

His big hands run up my waist to my stomach and he covers my belly with one palm. There’s something strangely possessive in the gesture, in the way he’s touching me, and I like it. I ride him, savoring the fullness, thrilling at the way pleasure burrows deep inside my body, spreading and slinking to every corner. His hands glide up and he cups my breasts, squeezing.

I cry out. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

“So f*cking good,” he says as he plays with them.

I’m not one of those women who has a special spot—I’m not a breast girl, or an ear girl, where I can get off with a lick or kiss in a certain zone. But here with Drew, my entire body feels like an erogenous zone as he f*cks me and fills me.

“You look so beautiful riding my cock, Dani,” he says in a filthy whisper. His words seem both dirty and tender.

I moan, letting my head fall back as I find my perfect pace, rocking up and down on him.