The Feel Good Factor(50)

“Oh God,” she cries out, bucking and thrashing.

Holy fuck, she’s thrashing already.

I reward her passion, fucking her with my tongue. She moans. “So good, so good.”

And I make it even better when I add a finger, crooking it deep inside her.

She practically shoots up off the bed, then she grinds down on my fingers, fucking them as I fuck her pussy with my tongue and lips and fingers.

Soon we’re both growling like animals, losing our minds with pleasure till Perri shouts my name, spreading her legs even wider and rocking against my face.

She comes gloriously, flooding my tongue with her sweetness, her screams of pleasure bathing my ears. Her climax is the stuff dirty dreams are made of. I kiss her softly till she comes down.

She’s smiling, grinning like a dopey fool, when she opens her eyes and issues a husky demand. “Give me your cock.”

And I’m all too happy to oblige. I stand, shuck off my clothes, and bring my hard length to her lips. I let her lick the tip, and I grunt because the sensation of her tongue on my dick is out of this world.

“Are you going to fuck my mouth while I’m tied up?”

I stare darkly at her. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Is that what you want? To fuck my mouth while I’m like this?”

I shake my head. “No, kitten. I want you down on your knees, because I want to wrap my hands in your hair while I fuck your mouth.”

She shivers, and I know she wants it too. I untie her, and she scrambles to the floor. In seconds, she’s taken me deep.

Pleasure shoots through me instantly, running wildly through my cells, spreading to every inch of my body. Perri sweeps her tongue up and down, then swirls it around the head. Bringing her closer, I fill her mouth, thrusting into her as she sucks me so hard, I can’t see straight.

I don’t want to see.

I want to feel, and feel I do when the most intense orgasm blasts through me as she tugs on my balls, making it so fucking good, and I come in her throat.

After, I tug her into my arms and kiss her. She kisses me back with a brand-new ferocity. In seconds, we’re wrapped around each other, arms, legs, hands. We’re a tangle of limbs and heat. She kisses me deeply as I tug that lush body against mine, my hands exploring her, hers exploring me as we kiss madly. We kiss for minutes, for hours, forever, it seems. I can’t stop kissing her. I don’t want to leave her room. Don’t want to stop what we’re doing. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not in the near future.

But at some point, I do break the kiss, because the need for words becomes more powerful. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you today.”

Her lips part. Her eyes lock on mine. “It was the same for me.”

I kiss her again. “You’re in my head, kitten. I thought about getting you naked again all day long.” But that’s not even the half of it. I thought of her—all of her.

“All day, Derek. I wanted to touch you so badly. Wanted to kiss you.”

And it’s not lust that radiates in my bones right now. It’s something much more powerful. Something deeper. “I fucking love kissing you,” I whisper, because that’s all I’ll let myself say.

“Kiss me all night.”

I tuck my finger under her chin. “Sleep with me again.”

She meets my gaze with her naughty one. “I was planning on that.”

I shake my head. “No. I mean spend the night with me. In my arms. After.”

“Yes. I want that. I want you.”

Soon I’m inside her again, and it’s spectacular, even better than last night. I have to wonder if we’re having the kind of sex that will only get better. If it’s the kind that shoots through the roof as your feelings escalate, because I’m pretty sure the roof is the direction my feelings are headed.

The next morning, I get out of bed first and make her breakfast, and the look on her face when I serve her eggs and toast makes me feel like I hung the moon.

This pride makes me want to do it again for her.

And again and again.

Every damn day.





28





Perri





Derek might be fantastic in bed, but he’s awful at bowling. He knocks down three pins on his last turn, keeping us firmly in the caboose spot we’ve earned. He shrugs and shoots me a lopsided grin as he strides back toward me at Vanessa’s bowling alley. We’re out with our friends a few nights later, like we had talked about doing.

“Can’t win ’em all.” He brushes his fingers against my arm.

“Or any, by the looks of it,” I tease.

“At least I’m good at other things.” His voice is a sexy whisper as he gazes seductively at me.

“You’re very good at all those things.”

Gabe clears his throat as we separate. “Our turn to hammer the nail in your coffin.”

Arden laughs, squeezing his arm. “Sweetie, don’t gloat in front of them.”

“Should I wait till we get home before I gloat?”

Laughing, she answers, “Exactly. Save the gloating till they’re out of earshot.”

“Anyone ever mentioned that you two are sore winners?” I toss out at them.

Because that’s the other issue with bowling. We’re going up against both Hunter and Shaw, who are killing it, and Gabe and Arden, who are even better. Those two are some kind of bowling power couple. I suspect it’s because they’ve been partners for more than a year, and before they started to go out, bowling was some kind of sublimation while they spent a year flirting with each other.