The Dating Proposal(40)
I’m a speed racer myself as I yank off his shirt, stopping to savor the sight of his chest. My fingers itch to finally touch him, and I trace the hard lines everywhere, from his beautifully defined pecs, down across each hard ab to the edge of the promised land.
As he unzips his jeans and shoves them off, my busy hands make their way down to his boxer briefs. I cup his erection, thrilling at the feel of him through the fabric. He grabs my hand, stroking my palm against his hard length.
“You drive me crazy. You have since I met you,” he rasps.
“Let’s drive each other crazy.” I pluck at the waistband of his briefs. “And to do that, I’m going to need to remove these.”
“Be my guest,” he says as I strip off his underwear.
He’s naked in front of me, and I can’t get enough. My eyes roam up and down his body, admiring his long legs, his toned arms, the shape and tightness of his body. It’s like he’s been carved by the waves he rides, and my mouth waters.
Especially as I touch his hard, hot length.
He feels so heavy in my hand, thick with wanting, pulsing against my palm. It’s intoxicating to know I’ve done this to him. That we do this to each other.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper reverently, because his body ought to be worshipped.
“You are,” he says, then we tumble onto the bed while he reaches for a condom on the nightstand.
He rolls it on. He’s beautiful, every inch of him, and he’s so sexy as he prepares to enter me. I place my hands on his shoulders, but then he shifts so he’s on his back. He moves me on top of him.
“Let me watch you ride me,” he murmurs.
“I might watch you too.”
“Feel free.” He grins and brushes a strand of hair away from my cheek, his hands traveling to my hips as he positions me over his length.
I lower myself onto him, gasping when he slides inside. I draw a sharp intake of breath, close my eyes, and let the feeling of him filling me up take over my mind and body. I open my eyes again and look down at him. His expression is tense, his jaw tight.
“That feels so fucking good,” he says.
A wave of lust crashes over me, knowing he wants me the way I want him. This is the dating dream. To meet someone you connect with in every way.
I move slowly at first, taking my time, rising up and down. I savor the feel of him inside me, stretching me. It’s a deliciously lazy kind of rhythm, in and out, long and leisurely strokes as I swivel my hips, riding him.
He groans as I move, as I take him in deep. Gritting his teeth, he grunts like he needs more.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
Then we’re not so leisurely. He picks up the pace, thrusting, pushing, driving deeper. He’s hitting me in all the right spots, and my mind goes hazy, my body burns hot.
Sparks fly over my skin, racing through my veins. I close my eyes, because reality is too intense right now to have to see it. I want to feel, only to feel. I lean down to kiss him, and he draws me against him, my breasts pressing into his chest, his hands grabbing my ass.
Being this close to him trips a switch in me. Pleasure tightens and intensifies, a warning signal. “I have to tell you something,” I whisper.
“Tell me.”
“I think I’m going to come again. Really soon. Can you go a little harder? Faster?”
A groan takes over him as he thrusts harder, pumps up into me. “I can fuck you however you want. I can fuck you fast and dirty.”
“Yes.” Pleasure zips down my spine as he fucks up into me, rocking his hips, driving me wild. Sending me racing to the edge.
My belly tightens. It coils, and I’m tipped over, past the point of no return, as another orgasm washes over me.
I shudder, crying out in pleasure and then in surprise when he pulls out, flips me to my back, and drives into me again. He hikes up my thigh, going deeper and chasing his own release.
Digging my nails into his back, I urge him on. “I want to feel you come,” I say, growly and desperate for his release.
There’s something incredibly freeing about sex with Chris.
It’s wild and open and honest.
And I want his pleasure as much as I want my own.
The sounds he makes are carnal and filthy. He’s nothing but a string of grunts and curse words, and I love it. I absolutely love his abandon. And the filthiest word of all is yes. That’s all he says—a long, raw, brutal yes—as he comes hard and deep inside me.
A minute later, after we stop panting like we’ve run a race, he tosses the condom, returns to my side, and runs his fingers down my stomach. “So, you still want to play my Q*bert?”
I laugh out loud, not expecting those words but loving how perfect they actually are. “Only if you think I’ll score as well as I did just now.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
26
Chris
This might be my new favorite sight ever.
The beautiful naked woman playing a game I built.
Wait. Let me revise that.
The beautiful naked woman who called out my name, who’s completely awesome, and who’s as into me as I’m into her playing a game I built.
Yes, that’s what makes the sight fantastic.
Right now, as I relax on the couch, I’m enjoying the view a helluva lot. Her ass is spectacular, all heart-shaped and soft where it needs to be and firm where it ought to be, and so tempting.