Kiss and Don't Tell(87)

Hoarse. Feverish.

And a little angry that Josh never gave me that.

His lips press kisses along my heated skin, up my stomach, to my breasts, and then he hovers at my mouth. Intimately, he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips.

“See how good you taste?” he asks. “So fucking good.” He moves his lips to my jaw, and down my neck, and then to my breasts. “These tits belong in my mouth.” He grips my right breast and sucks in my nipple. My chest arches off the bed as my hand falls to his hair. My fingers sift through the long, wavy locks as he teases and plays with my breasts.

His rock-hard length rubs against my leg as he continues to focus on my pleasure. He must be painfully hard, but instead of taking care of his own needs, he’s focusing on me. He’s making me feel like a queen. He’s allowing me to seek out my pleasure rather than chasing after his own orgasm, his own needs.

“Pacey,” I sigh, my body melting into the mattress as he moves to my other breast. “You make me feel so good.” I drag my free hand down his chest and past his abdomen, until my fingers connect with the tip of his erection. A deep hiss escapes his lips and he drops his head to my chest for a second.

“Winnie, you can’t do that.”

I smooth my fingers over the head. It’s the lightest of touches, but it seems to carry a heavy impact, because his hips thrust into my hand, his cock a stone, his skin like velvet.

“Winnie . . . hell.” He thrusts again and I quickly become addicted to the feel of his cock in my hand, seeking out his own climax.

“I want you, Pacey.”

He lifts up so he can look me in the eyes. “I want to fuck you, bad, but I want to make sure you get what you need first.”

“You did. I have. And now, all I need is you, inside me.”

And that seems to be all he needs to hear, because he pulls away, reaches for his shorts on the floor, and pulls out a strip of condoms.

I raise a playful brow at his assumption.

He smirks at me. “Don’t plan on getting fucked only once tonight, Winnie. I know once I’m inside that sweet pussy, I won’t be able to stop.” He rips open one of the packages and, as he maintains eye contact, he slides the condom over his length, his teeth biting into his lip. He rests his hand at the base and squeezes. His chest contracts as his abdomen hollows. His body strains—the muscles in his arms, the veins in his neck, the need in his cock. I’ve never seen anything so sexy.

“On your beautiful stomach, now.”

It takes me a second to register what he’s saying, but when it does, I flip to my stomach, and I feel him come up behind me.

“That’s it.” He smooths his hand over my ass. “So fucking fine, Winnie. Do you know that? You’re so goddamn fine. I crave your body, your shape, your curves. You’re so my fucking type and it’s painful I’ve waited this long to get inside of you.” He moves his hand up my back and gently pushes my head down into the mattress. “Just like that.” He guides my ass into the air and stuffs some pillows under my stomach. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” I breathe out heavily, anticipation rocking me.

“Good.” He brings his hands to my ass cheeks and spreads them. “This perfect little hole.” His thumb passes over it. “Fuck, do I want to have fun with it.” Arousal beats through me. “But that’s for another day.” His hand must go to his cock because the next thing I feel is his girth rubbing against my slick pussy. “God, you’re so fucking wet, Winnie. Tell me I turn you on.”

“So much, Pacey. I want you. Inside me. More than anything.”

“That’s what I want to hear, but I need you to beg for it.”

“Pacey.”

His hand connects with my ass, and I let out a muffled scream as my pelvis tilts higher and arousal pools between my legs.

“Holy. Shit.” I brace my hands on the mattress.

He tests my pussy again with his cock, and I hear a satisfied sound come out of him. “You like it dirty, Winnie.” He slaps my ass again and a long, tortured moan falls past my lips. “That’s it, baby. I can feel you throbbing against my cock. How close are you?”

I swallow hard, unable to answer.

He slaps my ass again.

Pleasure vibrates through my bones.

“Fuck, Pacey.” I grip the comforter. “Close.”

His hand smooths over the sting and I mentally beg him to do it again. When have I ever mentally begged for a man to spank me? Never. This is new. It’s thrilling. And I want so much more.

“I need this pussy,” Pacey says as his thumb glides over my entrance. “I need it really fucking bad.”

“Then take it,” I say as his cock glides up and down my slit.

He groans and then pushes himself in an inch.

“Oh, Jesus,” I say, while taking in a big breath. His hand connects with my ass again, catching me off guard, and he slips in deeper at the same time. I let out a feral moan. I clench around him and he lets out a moan as well. “Pacey, I’m going to come. I’m right there.”

“Not yet. Do you understand me?” He moves in another inch. “You don’t fucking come until I tell you.” His thumb rubs over my asshole and I clench around him again.

“You fucking like that. You want my cock there, don’t you?”