Page 31 of Baby Take Me Home

He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me like he was trying to possess me. I was so turned on, so desperate for his touch, I was shaking.

“Any more demands?” he asked.

I almost told him where and how to touch me, but I couldn’t resist the urge to be teased and denied and, finally, spectacularly rewarded. I shook my head. “Your turn.”

He grinned. “In that case, get down on all fours and wait for me.”

I did as directed while he dashed out of the room and just as quickly returned. He dropped foil packets—condoms—onto the side table and hovered behind me.

“Spread your legs wider.” He ran his hand over my ass and slipped it between my legs, barely skimming his fingertips over my folds and clit. He shifted and I waited, swaying my hips, hoping to entice him to touch me and penetrate me, but refusing to beg or even ask.

Then he was lying on his back, his head between my knees. “Slide down closer. That’s it.” This time he rewarded me. He sucked one fold into his mouth, then the other, and then stroked my clit with his firm tongue. He slid one finger into me, then another.

I arched and moved against him.

“That’s right,” he said between licking me. “Ride my tongue like you were riding my cock a few minutes ago.”

I rocked myself back and forth setting the rhythm for his tongue and fingers that stroked me inside and out. I moaned and tensed and pulsed. The pleasure bordered on pain. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t have even if he had demanded it, but he didn’t. My breasts bounced and ached and I longed for him to touch them but I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe.

As if he’d read my mind, he reached up and cupped one breast in his hand, and teased my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue pressed harder into me and his fingers kept a steady beat, pushing me, driving me, tossing me over an invisible edge. Heat flooded my body, followed by a wave of pleasure that washed over me and sucked me under, and knocked the breath out of me.

I collapsed forward, onto my belly, gasping for breath. My limbs were already loose and heavy, my body too boneless to move. TJ laid on top of me, holding his weight off me but encompassing me with his warmth and kissing my neck and shoulders slowly, sweetly, until the post-release haze lifted and I could breathe again.

“Back on your knees,” he whispered in my ear.

Desire ripped through my body. I pushed with my arms while he pulled my hips off the floor. He unwrapped a condom and rolled it onto himself, then he slid under me again, this time so his hips were beneath mine and he was staring up at me. He lazily ran a finger up my belly, making me shiver, then traced his fingertip up over one breast, and back down the other. His gentle touch on my skin—over my hips and ass and thighs and back to my belly and breasts—only ignited the need to be touched more and harder and faster.

“God, you’re gorgeous. My new favorite thing in the world is watching you come.” He stared up at me with his beautiful dark eyes, through long lashes and lowered lids. “Put me inside you.”

I wanted to do it, to feel him deep and hard inside me. But I also wanted to tease him, to tease us. I shook my head.

He licked his lips, then whispered, “Please put me inside you.”

This time I smiled as I shook my head again.

Now he grinned. He arched his back and rubbed his shaft against my clit, then rubbed his head between my folds.

I was panting, arching toward him, fighting to keep my eyes from closing, holding myself back. I sank one inch, taking in just his tip. We both sucked in our breath. He moved under me, still rubbing me, not going any deeper. Waiting for me to take the lead.

“Now,” I whispered.

He didn’t thrust into me. Instead, he grinned and shook his head, still teasing me, pulling out his tip, and then nudging it back in.

I sucked in air through my teeth. I was so ready, so close to another release, but I needed him inside me first. “Please,” I said with a moan.

He pushed up onto his elbows and teased my nipples with his tongue. He grinned and lay back. “Ask again.”

“Please, TJ, I want you inside me.”

He gripped my hips and pulled me down to him, spearing me with one swift move, shocking me with the sudden fullness. I gasped and writhed, barely able to think, to remember what to do. But my body knew. Without conscious thought, I slid up and down on him, bucked, arched, and changed the rhythm, moving faster, then slower, harder, then gentler. He followed my lead, meeting me stroke for stroke.

His breath quickened, and mine did as well. Now he was leading. Changing the pace and pressure. Rolling me onto my back and pounding into me.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes. So hard. Please. Hard and fast and...”

Pleasure tore through me. Thought fled. I was pure sensation. Heat and light. Coming so hard, spasming around his shaft, leading again, my body begging his to follow, and it did.

We collapsed beside each other. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his chest, his heart pounding under my cheek, as we both gasped to catch our breath. I closed my eyes, drained and content. Warm and safe in TJ’s arms.