Page 80 of Born for Starlight

"Now you can hold me. I like it when my breasts rub against your chest hair."

Fuck, I'm going to come in my slacks.

I grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back, then clasped them in one hand. Then I pulled her close so that her breasts slid against my chest.

"Oh yes. Just like that."

Oh yeah, I have to hurry.

I tipped her back just a little, so I could kiss the base of her jaw. She moaned. I licked at her pulse. It was running faster than mine, and I wouldn't have thought that was possible.

I ran kisses downward, down her throat, until I got to her breasts. Her beautiful, dark-tipped breasts. I circled my tongue around her nipple, and she fought against my grip. I smiled to myself and let her go.

She grabbed my head and mashed me closer. My smile got wider, then I enveloped her nipple and started to flick my tongue against the greedy nub.

"Keep doing that. Just that, Matthew. Yes, please that."

She wiggled against me. Her pelvis ground into mine. I had to move faster. Much faster, before I embarrassed myself like a teenage boy.

I pushed at her shoulders, and she fell back onto the bed.

"No. I need more touching." Was she whining? Yep, it was a definite whine. I looked at her. Was I getting the actress, or the woman?

"Matthew, please?" Her voice was soft with just a slight tremble.

I was definitely getting the woman.

“You’ll get more touching, I promise you."

I took off my shoes, socks, and pants.

"At last," she breathed. "I thought I'd dreamed that cock. But it's even prettier than I remembered."

I actually felt myself begin to blush. Blush!

"You don't call a man's Johnson pretty."

"But it's okay for you to call your penis Johnson? What's his first name? Ed?"

I leaned over and undid her pants so fast, you would have thought it was an Olympic event. I pulled them down along with her panties and dropped them into the same pile as my clothes.

She was silent.

"Don't have much to say, now, huh?"

She looked up at me with such unabashed love in her eyes that everything inside me froze. Layla was wrong. I wasn't thinking with my dick when I wanted to confess everything. I was thinking with my heart.

"Angelica." My mouth opened, then I clamped down so hard I thought I might break a tooth.

She spread her legs and lifted them to circle my hips, and then I was able to see all of her. Gorgeous. Wet. All for me.

Words were beyond me. Just one little bit of thought and logic had me lunging for the nightstand where I had stashed condoms. I had one on like it was another Olympic event.

I won the gold.

She grasped my cock. Squeezed.

"You're killing me, baby."