Page 47 of Yearn

I hissed through my teeth. “Fuck, Teyonah.”

Her eyes flicked to mine—dark, wide, trembling. She was touching me like she already knew how to undo me. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch this?”

Dear God.

The towel shifted lower with every stroke, loosening against my hips. Then she tugged it, casual and sharp at once, and it fell to the floor with a heavy, damp slap.

Yes.

My cock sprang free, thick and hard, curving high against my stomach, the swollen head dripping for her.

Teyonah parted her lips, and a low sexy sound spilled out. “Damn. . .”

Her gaze locked on my length.

My grin curved dark. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

I cupped her jaw, tilting her face up toward mine while her hand still circled the base of me and her thumb slid over the thick vein like she couldn’t help herself.

“You want to talk about what happened in the backyard? You see my cock now,” I whispered against her mouth, voice rough with hunger. And all my obsession came out in confessions. “You see how big it is. You feel how hard I am. That’s what you do to me, Teyonah. Every time you walk by me in your skirts. Every time you laugh. Every time you hand me a sweater like I’m just some boy you want to take care of and love. You make me ache like this. You make me leak for you.”

Her lashes fluttered. Her lips trembled against mine, but her fist stroked me harder, slick from the pre-cum that painted her palm. “Dominic, fuck. . .I’m trying to be good. Don’t say this stuff.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“But, I can’t control myself.”

“Fuck control.”

She shook her head, even as her palm stroked harder. Her voice cracked, guilt and craving tangled in every syllable. “This is wrong. We shouldn’t. . .but I can’t stop.”

Pleasure hummed through my body. “Oh, Teyonah.”

I yearned to kiss her hand as she gripped me, worship each knuckle for daring to hold what no one else had ever touched right.

Her hand tightened around me, her voice dropping low. “Don’t think you’re the only one who’s been starving all this time, Dominic.”

“Good. Then, let’s stop starving. Let’s feed each other.” I began to caress those thick thighs. “I need this. You need this.”

Moaning, she jacked my cock. “Dominic.”

I groaned low in my throat and rocked my hips. “Mmm. . .that’s it. Stroke me just like that. God, you’re perfect. You know how to touch my cock, don’t you? You know how to make me lose my mind.”

“Oh.” Her moan deepened, and she gave a slow squeeze that made my vision blur. Never had any woman touched my cock this way. I’d only had three others but none even knew how to hold it.

Meanwhile, she gripped it like a pro.

“Oh fuck!”

“The kids are upstairs,” She whispered it like a warning, but her hand never left my cock.

“I don’t give a fuck who’s upstairs. You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the first time I saw you.” I dragged my mouth along her ear, letting the words rasp hot against her skin. “I want to put my cock deep inside you. I want to split you open.”

She whimpered, grinding her palm against the mushroomed head, smearing the wetness over my swollen crown. “You like that? Don’t you?”

“Goddamn,” I growled. “Yes.”