Page 566 of Summer Heat
The air left me, his words playing in my head over and over again. I could see the way his jaw worked as he appraised me, took i
n every inch of my body. He was gritting his teeth, his entire body tense.
Heat blossomed in me like never before.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Daisy.” He took a step closer to me. “I could come just looking at you.”
His words were sharp, like a knife running along me. I stood there for long seconds, not moving, not even breathing as he looked his fill. And God, he was looking his fill.
I finally took a stuttering breath. I was bared for him, every part of me on display. I looked down at the erection he sported. He was huge, thick and long, and the crown slightly wider than the rest of him, a dot of pre-cum at the tip.
He had his palm wrapped around his dick, and he stroked himself, his focus on my body. “Come here,” he commanded, and I obeyed.
I wasn’t about to say no, not when I was so worked up I couldn’t even think, let alone breathe. Forcing myself to move was hard though. My legs felt like rubber. His focus was on my lips, and I involuntarily licked them. He groaned in response.
Lennon leaned in close, his mouth right by mine. “I want to be inside of you, want to feel you come for me,” he whispered.
And then he had his mouth on mine. I desperately wanted him to do between my thighs what he was doing to my mouth. His lips and tongue were working me over like nothing I’d ever experienced before, like nothing I ever thought I could experience before.
He broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard. “I hope you’re ready, because I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this.” He gave me this soft kiss after he spoke. “And I don’t know if I can stop myself from claiming you fully.
Good, because I didn’t want him to stop, not ever.
Chapter Seven
Lennon
I wasn’t going to be a savage about claiming her, about making her finally mine. My mouth on hers once more, my tongue fucking her the way my cock would soon enough. I moved away only long enough to get out of my clothes. She held her arms out to me, and I went closer.
My entire body went tight when she ran her hand over my chest, her touch light, but hesitant. That small graze of her fingers along my skin made me feel so many things. My cock was hard I knew I would last when I finally had her as mine.
I was desperate to make her feel good, for her to cry out in pleasure for me. “I need you on my bed, spread out for me, waiting for me to make you feel good.”
And when she was in the position I desperately needed her in, I could have gotten off just from looking at her. She was all gorgeous lines and feminine features. Her breasts were full, the tips this light pink color, the nipples hard as rock.
I let my gaze travel over her flat belly, her long legs, and when I got to her pussy my mouth watered. She had a trimmed triangle of dark hair, her pussy lips bare, visible. The fact I could see how wet she was for me already had m groaning. I reached for my dick again, stroking the fucker as I stared at her.
“I need you,” I said low, wanting her to know exactly what she did to me, how she made me feel. I was going to open myself up to her more than I ever had with anyone. It had been years since I’d been with a woman, and even then I’d felt empty, lacking.
I didn’t stop myself from going to her then, crawling on the bed and laying on top of her, letting her feel how hard I was for her, how much I desired her. I started kissing her, licking at her lips, sucking at her tongue. I moved my mouth down to her neck, lapping at the pulse point that beat wildly there.
I nudged her thighs open even wider, wedged my body between them. My cock was so damn hard, pre-cum steadily forming at the tip. And then I started moving back and forth, pushing my cock between her folds, her pussy lips framing my cock, her slickness covering me. I grunted and groaned, and she held onto me, gasping, begging for more.
I worked myself between her legs without penetrating her, but fuck I wanted to. I wanted to be buried deep in her body, tearing through the thin membrane of her virginity, making it mine.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I groaned against her neck. “Move with me. Get off this way.” I moved my face toward hers and started kissing her, and slamming my lips down on hers. She started moving under me, gyrating her hips, giving me what I wanted, what I needed.
“God, yes, Lennon.”
Her mouth parted on mine, and I sucked in her air, gave her mine in return. I sent up a silent prayer that I wouldn’t explode before this really got started.
I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself. I didn’t want this to end, because I wanted to make this good for her.
I had my face right by her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread for me. The scent of her made me drunk, intoxicated with my need. I lifted my gaze and stared at her.
“Let me make you feel good.” I kept my eyes locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft, her flavor exploding on my tongue. I could feel myself start to slip, knew that I wouldn’t last. The silky-smooth feeling of her along my tongue could have been my undoing, but I needed to keep my control.
I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until my tongue was numb. I started pressing my hips into the mattress, dry fucking the hell out of it.
