Page 8 of Give In

I pull down the front of those boxers enough to expose his dick. My pussy clenches at the sight of his thickness. Leaning forward, I lick him from base to tip.

He moans, his body shifting so he’s laying more on his back.

I love the smell of him here. The earthy richness is perfectly masculine. I breathe him in, then grip his shaft and swirl my tongue over the fat tip of his cock.

“Fuck, baby girl, what are you doing to me?”

Instead of answering I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can, hollowing my cheeks.

“Clover,” he grunts. His hips buck upwards slightly. Those thick fingers of his thread into the tangles of my curls. “You woke up and needed me?” he asks.

I hum against his turgid flesh.

My thought registers and I release him with a pop. “Turgid flesh. Maybe I should write steamy romance novels!”

“Right now?” he asks, his voice sounding strained.

I giggle. “No, not right now. Right now I am blowing your mind.”

“You are, but I’m going to make you stop.”

I sit back on my heels. “Am I not doing it right?”

“Baby girl, I’ve never felt anything better than your mouth on me. But if you keep licking and sucking me like that, I’m going to come too fast, and I’m not done with you yet.”

Wow, that’s hot.

He grins.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“You did.” He stands from the bed and kicks off his boxers.

I’m staring right at his meaty ass when he turns back towards the bed.

“You checking me out?” he asks.

“I’ve been checking you out since I first saw you at the airport. You’re ridiculously sexy.” I glance up at his ruggedly handsome face. “You do know that, don’t you?”

He stares at my face. “Are you always into older men?”

“Uh, no. At least not that I recall.”

His brows raise. “That many notches on your belt?”

I roll my eyes. “Hardly. I just meant that I find you very attractive, and it’s not a type thing; it’s a you thing. A Heath thing.”

“Matches my Clover thing,” he says. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes, then lay back. I’ve been dying to taste you.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I whip off my tank, followed by my bra, and fling them somewhere in the room. Then I lay back and bridge my hips to pull down my panties.

Heath stands there, naked and gorgeous, his big hand palming his dick while he watches my every move.

“So fucking sexy,” he says.

I wanna ask him to tell me more because I don’t know that I’ve ever truly felt sexy. But then I realize that I do, in this moment, feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Because this man’s eyes are on me, and I made his dick hard. And how he’s going to do wicked things to my body. I’m pretty sure my lady parts are leaking on the bed.

Self-consciously, I close my thighs.