His gaze drops back to my lady parts. “Why not?” He sounds mildly irritated.
“Um.” I don’t want to tell him I’m frigid with oral sex, but… “There are other options…?”
“And we’ll explore them later.” He dips his head, closing his mouth over me.
The vague discomfiture, awkwardness and embarrassment don’t come. Instead, my back arches as electrifying pleasure strikes me like a bold of lightning. My vision turns hazy as my eyes lose focus. Every cell in my body tightens, then quivers as he devours me down there—licking and sucking like I’m the best damn feast he’s ever had.
Then I feel his finger slipping into my pussy. I clench around it, silently demanding more. He adds another, and I rock my pelvis, lost in the moment.
Oh my God. Oh my God. How can this feel so good?
My whole being is buoyant, like a balloon flying in the air. Then it comes, an orgasm that sweeps through me like a storm. I scream, digging my fingers into his hair. Holy shit. I didn’t know it could be this good.
The Midnight God stands over me, his mouth curved with masculine satisfaction.
He’s still in his dress shirt and slacks, all neat and tidy. The only thing that betrays that he’s been wicked is the mussed-up hair and the glistening lips. And that enormous erection.
I want him as naked as me—bared to my view.
“Take off your clothes,” I whisper over the rapid hammering of my heart.
His eyes on mine, he unbuttons his shirt and strips out of it, then removes the rest of his clothes. The mask stays on. His body is stunning—a powerfully proportioned frame layered with muscle that ripples every time he moves. Watching him is like watching a work of art come to life.
And his cock…
Oh my. We could use it as a dildo model.
It’s so long, so thick. Tipped with the most perfectly shaped head.
I want it. And I want him. “Come here.”
He leans over, and our lips meet. I crave everything this man has to offer. I wrap my legs around his waist. His chest brushes against mine, creating blissful friction, before he moves down and takes one breast in his mouth.
I hear myself say something, but I have no idea what. This is an undiscovered level of sex; it almost feels like I’m going to come again just from getting my nipples sucked.
Desperate, I hold on to his shoulders and shiver uncontrollably when another orgasm—different from the last one, but no less amazing—rips through me.
He laughs, his mouth still around my nipple, almost making me shriek at the way a sudden streak of ecstasy blazes up.
“I didn’t think anybody could be this responsive.” It’s the first time he’s actually sounded happy about something this evening, and that makes me happy in return. I reach down and wrap my hand around that cock, still thinking prototype. It’s thick, heavy and hot, pulsing in my grip like a separate organism. I move my hand, and he inhales, his cock growing harder and thicker. I swipe my thumb over the tip.
“Fuck.”
He reaches down for his pants and grabs a condom. I hear the foil tear, and he covers himself in the rubber before taking my mouth again.
Oh yes.
I spread my legs, eager and lusty. I want him inside me. I’m already so wet, so ready.
He drives his cock into me in one stroke, hard and fast. I cry out, my body arching. The invasion feels so good, so large inside me. While we’re so intimately connected, I can feel every pulse of his shaft.
“Good?” His soft, dark voice ripples over me.
I shiver. “Yes.” I wrap my legs around him, like I’m never letting go.
He laughs, the sound wicked and devilish. Then he’s moving, driving in and out of me with a power and control that leaves me breathless and shaking. He places his mouth on my neck, his lips and tongue dancing over the sensitive skin.
Another orgasm is cresting, bigger and even more relentless. All I can do is hang on, my nails digging into his taut skin, and submit to an electric pleasure that brings every nerve ending to life.