Page 76 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
Did I say I want to rock his world? He’s rocking mine because that was insanely hot.
And yes, I know not every woman would find this arousing, but I’m so turned on, I could pounce on him. What can I say? I loved giving him head.
Panting, he braces himself above me on all fours. Studies his come that marks me.
“You undo me,” he says quietly as he kisses my forehead.
He hops off me and returns a moment later with some tissue and carefully wipes my face. Chin. Neck. Nipple. Like he’s taking an inventory.
I smile at his solemn expression, thrust my hand into his hair and grip him until he stills. “That was supposed to make you relax. Why do you look so serious?”
He opens his mouth. Stops. Opens again. Notices my legs, which are squirming, and pauses.
“Are you turned on again?” he asks, a playful smirk returning to his handsome face.
Yanking him down to me, I give him my answer.
