button fly. Within moments, I had my hand down his pants, sighing with pleasure when I felt his velvety shaft heavy in my palm. “This,” I said, “is glorious.”
He reached for his jeans, tugging them off his hips. I sat up and helped him, nearly gasping when I finally saw the full effect of his naked body.
He was pure perfection. Muscles everywhere. Slightly tanned skin. And a shaft I couldn’t wait to test ride.
“Diesel?” I said, resting my hand on his abdomen.
“Yes, gorgeous.”
“Tell me what you want.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, babe. Today is all about you.” He reached for me, but I shook my head and placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.
“No, it’s about us. Mutual pleasure, the way it’s supposed to be.” I scooted down on the bed, wrapped my hand around him and said, “Trust me when I say, you want my mouth on you.”
He started to say something, but when I wrapped my lips around him, all that came out was a strangled moan.
Pleased with myself, I released him and ran my tongue from base to tip, then tasted him again, working the base of his shaft with my hand while loving his tip with my tongue.
“Ida,” he said, burying his hand in my hair as he trembled beneath my ministrations. His breathing became ragged and just when I was certain he was going to lose control, he pulled me up and flipped me onto my back. Hovering over me, he stared into my eyes, his body trembling with the effort to control himself. “I’m going to fuck you now. Make you mine. Make you come so hard, you’ll never want to leave my bed.”
“Thank the gods,” I said and pulled his head down, claiming him with a searing kiss as he plunged into me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him go even deeper, and when we were fully joined, he stilled, waiting for me to adjust to his intrusion.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Better than okay. Perfect.”
Something tender flickered through his eyes, but when I dug my nails into his shoulders, that intoxicating lust came roaring back and he started to move.
Holding my gaze, he thrust into me, slowly at first, torturing me with his relentless control.
“Diesel,” I breathed, and lifted my head, kissing him with a passion so fierce I barely recognized myself. My tongue warred with his as we each struggled to dominate the other.
And then his control broke and he slammed into me as I rose up to meet his thrust, taking him so deep I cried out from pleasure and pain.
“You’re mine, now, Ida May,” he growled into my ear.
“Yours,” I agreed, willing to give him anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.
And he didn’t. For hours, until finally we lay in his bed, spent and exhausted.
“I need food,” I said, rolling over to kiss his shoulder.
“Breakfast is still on the table,” he mumbled, pulling me in so I was snuggled up next to him.
I glanced at the clock. “Hmm, breakfast was six hours ago. I think maybe we need a new plan.”
He kissed my temple. “Ida May, how many times did I make you come?”
“Uh, I don’t know. Five? Six?” I smiled up at him, completely content. “I lost count.”
“Exactly. I think I did my job. Now I need to rest if you want a round two.”
“Round two?” I said, my tone rising a few octaves. “You mean round ten?”
“Whatever you want to call it. But once I get my strength back, we’re going to have a repeat performance.”
I giggled. “Now you sound like me.”
He opened one eye. “You’re not complaining are you?”
“Hell no. But I am going to go get some food.” I got up, darting away from his hand as he tried to stop me from leaving. “Nope. Food. Or I’ll pass out, and no one likes an unconscious bed partner.”
“True,” he agreed. “Get enough for two.”
I shook my head at him and padded into the other room. Ten minutes later I was back with a cheese platter, complete with three types of cheese, prosciutto, and crackers. And as a bonus, I found another bottle of
He reached for his jeans, tugging them off his hips. I sat up and helped him, nearly gasping when I finally saw the full effect of his naked body.
He was pure perfection. Muscles everywhere. Slightly tanned skin. And a shaft I couldn’t wait to test ride.
“Diesel?” I said, resting my hand on his abdomen.
“Yes, gorgeous.”
“Tell me what you want.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, babe. Today is all about you.” He reached for me, but I shook my head and placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.
“No, it’s about us. Mutual pleasure, the way it’s supposed to be.” I scooted down on the bed, wrapped my hand around him and said, “Trust me when I say, you want my mouth on you.”
He started to say something, but when I wrapped my lips around him, all that came out was a strangled moan.
Pleased with myself, I released him and ran my tongue from base to tip, then tasted him again, working the base of his shaft with my hand while loving his tip with my tongue.
“Ida,” he said, burying his hand in my hair as he trembled beneath my ministrations. His breathing became ragged and just when I was certain he was going to lose control, he pulled me up and flipped me onto my back. Hovering over me, he stared into my eyes, his body trembling with the effort to control himself. “I’m going to fuck you now. Make you mine. Make you come so hard, you’ll never want to leave my bed.”
“Thank the gods,” I said and pulled his head down, claiming him with a searing kiss as he plunged into me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him go even deeper, and when we were fully joined, he stilled, waiting for me to adjust to his intrusion.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Better than okay. Perfect.”
Something tender flickered through his eyes, but when I dug my nails into his shoulders, that intoxicating lust came roaring back and he started to move.
Holding my gaze, he thrust into me, slowly at first, torturing me with his relentless control.
“Diesel,” I breathed, and lifted my head, kissing him with a passion so fierce I barely recognized myself. My tongue warred with his as we each struggled to dominate the other.
And then his control broke and he slammed into me as I rose up to meet his thrust, taking him so deep I cried out from pleasure and pain.
“You’re mine, now, Ida May,” he growled into my ear.
“Yours,” I agreed, willing to give him anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.
And he didn’t. For hours, until finally we lay in his bed, spent and exhausted.
“I need food,” I said, rolling over to kiss his shoulder.
“Breakfast is still on the table,” he mumbled, pulling me in so I was snuggled up next to him.
I glanced at the clock. “Hmm, breakfast was six hours ago. I think maybe we need a new plan.”
He kissed my temple. “Ida May, how many times did I make you come?”
“Uh, I don’t know. Five? Six?” I smiled up at him, completely content. “I lost count.”
“Exactly. I think I did my job. Now I need to rest if you want a round two.”
“Round two?” I said, my tone rising a few octaves. “You mean round ten?”
“Whatever you want to call it. But once I get my strength back, we’re going to have a repeat performance.”
I giggled. “Now you sound like me.”
He opened one eye. “You’re not complaining are you?”
“Hell no. But I am going to go get some food.” I got up, darting away from his hand as he tried to stop me from leaving. “Nope. Food. Or I’ll pass out, and no one likes an unconscious bed partner.”
“True,” he agreed. “Get enough for two.”
I shook my head at him and padded into the other room. Ten minutes later I was back with a cheese platter, complete with three types of cheese, prosciutto, and crackers. And as a bonus, I found another bottle of
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