Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(47)

But while I’m not nervous, I am desperate. The idea of her hands on me tonight has me all kinds of lit up. We’ve touched and kissed and done a dozen other sinful things, which means that so far, tonight shouldn’t feel any different. But blood thunders through my veins because I know that tonight will change everything.

I tilt her chin up and lean down to capture her mouth in a sweet, slow kiss. At least, I intend it to be slow, but when she parts her lips and touches her tongue eagerly to mine, I lose control.

I crawl across the bed, Aubree scooting to accommodate me until we’re lying side by side, kissing. My hands roam over her curves, touching the soft dip in her stomach, lingering over her breasts.

A deep groan pours out of me the second her hand slips beneath my boxers. Aubree smiles at my response.

Biting her lip, she watches me as her hand moves slowly up and down my entire length as she draws me out of my black boxers. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

Her cheeks are flushed and rosy. I love the idea that maybe my body excites her as much as hers does me.

“I really love your dick,” she says next, still biting that lip as she gazes at my length, almost like she’s sizing me up.

My entire body clenches with need. “It’s all yours,” I choke out on a halting breath.

“Are you sure about this?” Her expression turns serious, and her hand stops against me.

“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.”

“I mean about me. You’ve waited . . . Are you sure I’m the person you want to do this with?”

“Aubree, you’re it. You’re what I want. No one but you.”

She’s breathing hard when she meets my eyes. “Because we don’t have to.”

“Please.” The word tumbles out of my mouth without my permission. “I need it. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.” I touch her cheek, and she gives me a nod.

Then Aubree leans over me, her long hair brushing my chest as she kisses the hollow of my throat, my chest, down my abs.

“This might need to be a quickie,” I warn, slightly breathless, touching her hair.

She ignores me, continuing to kiss a path down my stomach until she reaches the trail of hair below my belly button. Then she moves even lower, and my abs tighten as she licks along my rigid shaft and makes a little happy sound.

Fuck.

I watch as she wraps me in her fist, stroking as she closes her mouth over me. With the perfect amount of pressure, she sucks me urgently into the depths of her warm mouth. It feels fantastic.

And when she bobs lower, applying firm suction, my toes curl and a deep groan rumbles inside my throat. It’s so good, but I should stop her. This isn’t how I want tonight to go. But I’m powerless. Aubree’s sucking on me like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.

I curse out a warning. “Baby, fuck . . . fuck.”

She doesn’t heed my warning until I’m pulsing hotly into her mouth, spilling on my abs. There’s so much, but Aubree doesn’t stop her perfect torture, stroking and licking the whole time. I’m dizzy. Breathless.

Holy hell. That was intense.

“Shit. I didn’t mean to . . .” I grab some tissue from beside the bed and clean the mess off my abs.

“Shh.” She quiets me with a soft kiss pressed to my jawline. “I wanted you to.”

“But why?”

“So when we have sex, you can last longer.”

“Oh.” A hazy smile overtakes my lips. “My wife is absolutely brilliant.”

She laughs. “Did that feel good?”

“It felt fucking incredible. You’re amazing.”

I pull her into my arms and roll us over so I’m on top of her. I kiss her neck, her mouth, her hair. My mouth covers hers in a dizzying kiss, which Aubree returns with much enthusiasm.

“Then this is going to feel even better,” she says, bringing one hand between us.

I’m about to tell her I need a minute to recover, but then I realize, no, I actually don’t. Somehow I’m already straining and ready to go again. Aubree parts her thighs, rubbing her center up and down over me enticingly.

“Condom?” I croak, my voice deep.

“We’re married, Lovey. We don’t need one, do we?”

For a moment, I’m speechless. I just figured we would use one. “I’m clean,” I say.

“Me too. And I’m on the pill.”

I recall the package of birth control pills I saw on the bathroom counter. “Whatever you want. It’s your call. If you want me to wear one, I brought some.”

She smirks and tosses her hair over one shoulder. “I love that you came prepared, but I’m not fucking my husband with a condom on.”

I let out a shaky laugh because Aubree is full of surprises. She’s also rubbing herself against me in the most amazingly distracting way. “I would love to feel you bare. Just didn’t know that would be an option.”

“I trust you,” she murmurs, and my heart clenches.

And then Aubree finds the right angle, and I join us with a long, slow thrust.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Pausing once, I pull back, hesitate for a second, and then press deeper. Aubree makes a low needy sound as pleasure shoots down my spine.

“Oh fuck, Landon. You’re so . . .”