“Depends on the company.” She quirked an eyebrow. “Do you always wake up hard?”
His smile was slow and wicked. “He’s been remembering a thing or two.”
“A mind of his own?”
“What can I say? I’m a guy. Sexy girl beside me, and my brains head south.”
Gillian stretched, arching her back, scraping her nipples purposely against his chest. They tightened, an electric prickle sending charges of arousal toward her womb. When his fingers swirled inside her, diving deeper, her hips began to move. “I’m gonna come quick,” she warned, biting her lip.
“Go for it. I have plans for that mouth of yours when you’re done.”
A laugh caught her by surprise. She was more than amenable to giving him his wish since she hadn’t been finger-fucked for anything more than foreplay to the main event in a long, long time. Taking turns sounded…fun.
He slid his free arm beneath her, and she snuggled closer, resting her head on his shoulder, and then tilting back to watch him with her eyes half-closed. His cheeks began to warm with color, his nostrils flared—to pick up the scent of sex that deepened with her arousal?
Then she couldn’t think any more about it, because a gentle orgasm was beginning to build, because his thumb started to toggle her clit as he stroked her with his thick fingers. Suddenly, she moaned, overcome at last, pumping against his hand.
His lips glided along her cheek. “Like that?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said drowsily. But then she felt the nudge his massive cock against her belly, and she knew what he was asking.
Time to get down to the business of blowing his “mind.”
She pressed against his chest forcing him to his back. He pulled his fingers from her and put his arm under his head to raise it. To watch her.
Gillian straddled his thighs and bent over him. Her fingers raked the whorls of dark brown hair that furred his massive chest, tightening to tug, and then she leaned over a flat brown nipple and teased the hard little point at its center with the tip of her tongue.
His free hand clamped over the top of her head, and he pushed gently, urging her down his body, and she couldn’t do more than press random kisses along his ribs and hard abdomen before she arrived at his straining sex.
He was already engorged, his cock stretching just beyond his belly button, and she marveled at the thought that she’d taken it inside her. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and although they were long, they didn’t meet. Her pussy clenched as she remembered how well he’d filled her.
However, he wasn’t going to let her take time to admire him. His fingers thrust through her hair and forced her head over the tip. “Let me see,” he whispered harshly.
Growling, she reached up and disengaged his hand from the top of her head and pulled her hair to the side so that he had an unimpeded view. Then she
struck out her tongue and lapped the outside his shaft, stroking upward and swirling her tongue, closing her eyes because he tasted of sex, smelled of humid, musky man, and the taut skin stretched around his cock felt like warm satin. Suddenly, she felt ravenous. She climbed off his legs to kneel beside him.
Billy slid his legs apart and she scooped a hand between them to cup his heavy balls. With one hand gripping his shaft and the other massaging his sac, she bent again, swallowing the crown, tightening her lips just below the ridge surrounding it to suction, while her tongue swirled over the soft, rubbery tip.
“Sweet fuck,” he groaned.
Gillian came off him and met his hot gaze. She licked her lips and gave him a little smile before sinking again and taking him deeper into her mouth. Her jaws widened as she bobbed downward; her lips stretched. God, she’d never been with a man built like this. Just the thought of his massive cock had her pussy pulsing, cream sliding down her thighs.
She ruthlessly shoved back thoughts of her own escalating need and wrapped both hands around his shaft, squeezing him between them, then twisting in the moisture she’d left, pumping up and down as she took him deeper into her throat.
His thighs hardened like tree limbs, the muscles laddering his abdomen rippled and jumped.
Gillian groaned around him, sweeping her hands up while her head sank toward him, then pulling away, sucking hard, and getting into a rhythm that grew steadily faster. His cock heated with the friction of her hands. Her jaws began to ache, and she paused when she had him deep inside her and swallowed, letting him feel the back of her throat open and close around him, a caress that had his jaw tightening and his knees rising so that he could flatten his feet on the mattress and leverage his hips to plunge into her mouth.
“Jesus…fuck!” he ground out.
Suddenly he jackknifed up, his hands landing on her shoulders, and he turned her, shoving her to the mattress on her belly. Again, his hands gripped her—her hips this time—fingers biting in a bruising grip to lift her ass. His cock prodded her folds once before sinking, balls-deep inside her.
Gillian came up on her knees and flung back her head, but he was already slamming his hips against her ass, fucking so deep, so hard, her entire body shuddered with his strokes. “Don’t you dare come too fast!” she groaned.
“Shut up! It’s my goddamn turn,” he growled.
She widened her legs, tilted her ass higher, inviting him to thrust deeper, relishing the slap of those heavy balls against her clit.