Page 96 of His Surrender

“That feels so damn good, baby.” I reach inside my pants and my hand over hers, following her movements for a minute, stroking my dick with her until I grab it and bring it out of my pants.

“But I don’t want to come all over myself in the first five minutes,” I admit.

I thread my fingers through hers as I reach our hands above her head. Then my lips capture hers in a slow, demanding kiss. She parts her lips and raises herself to meet my kiss.

The kiss sends the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl.

My hands find her hips and pull them against me. She moans into my mouth and grinds on me.

I find myself growling in response.

My lips leave hers to sear a path down her neck, shoulders, to her chest.

I look up, and she’s watching me intently as I slip the strap of her tank top down her shoulder and expose one of her breasts.

“Perfect,” I whisper right before I take a nipple into my mouth.

Her fingers run through the hair at the back of my neck.

“Ooh,” she breathes. “Dean.”

My name on her lips like that has my dick twitching in my pants.

I grab her other breast through the material of her top while I continue to lick and suck the other. Then I pull the other side down and give it the same attention.

Her breasts are perfect. More than a handful and so damn perky.

I pull away from her, breathless and barely able to see straight through the fog of desire.

“My bed,” I breathe out. “Now.”

She takes quick steps to my bed, scooting herself on while she watches me take my time following her.

I don’t want to rush this.

For years, I’ve only ever cared to get off and get on with my life. Now, I want to savor every second.

When I reach the edge of the bed, I grab her thighs and pull her towards me. I lean forward and cup her breasts in my hands and massage them, then glide my thumbs over her nipples.

Her body is trembling.

I can’t get enough of her reactions. But I need more.

My fingers tuck under the top of her tank top, which is now at her waist, and I pull it down, along with her shorts and panties.

“Damn, Aubrey,” I growl. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Her eyes hold mine for a beat with so much trust and arousal that it nearly knocks me off of my feet.

I lean forward and bring my lips to hers for one more slow kiss, then skim down her body from her breasts to her stomach, until I’m kneeling in front of her pussy.

I stop and stare in awe. I push one of her thighs so I can get a better view of her glistening pussy.

“Aubrey, you’re dripping for me,” I say through tortured breaths.

I’ve never seen someone so wet for me. Probably because they’re too busy trying to figure out just how much money I have in my account to really bother being present with me.

Aubrey is different.