Page 42 of The Dating Proposal
My noises seem to drive him. Each sound that tumbles from my lips makes him groan too. We become a feedback loop of wanting and giving, of taking and consuming, as I burn hotter with every single touch. I’m in heaven. I grip the edge of the game console as he devours me with his mouth, somehow both soft and hungry in the fevered slide of his lips.
His hands slink under my thighs, and he lifts my legs onto his shoulders, draping them over his back. I’m vaguely aware that I’m so completely vulnerable, giving myself to him, but it feels so right. I let go completely, panting as I say his name and tell him how good it feels.
He brings me to the edge of bliss and shatters me with an orgasm that’s as endless as it is intense. I let go of the side of the game and grab his hair, holding on to him as I come hard, seeing stars, seeing distant galaxies.
When my vision clears, I find him standing and staring at me with those dreamy eyes that reflect everything I want. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, tasting what he just did to me. “That was out of this world. You know how to go down on a girl.”
He kisses my forehead. “That’s because I can’t get enough of you. And now I want all of you.”
“Have me.”
He tugs me off the game and carries me to his bedroom where he strips me in seconds flat.
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.
