He moaned against me, his hot breath heating my core. His tongue darted in and out before he sucked my clit, making me squirm. A strong arm shot across my stomach, firmly holding me in place. Apparently, I moved too much, and he wanted me to stop. Sucking in a few quick breaths, I tried to steady myself, but it was no use. That man’s tongue was doing work in ways that didn’t make sense; there was no way my body could relax. I bucked against him, my hips rising into his mouth as I started my climax.

“I want to taste you when you come,” he said.

That was all it took for me to give myself over and completely release. I shuddered and jerked as his tongue went wild, licking and sucking until I couldn’t take anymore, and I pushed his head away from me with a laugh.

“Stop. Please stop.”

James moved to a sitting position and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his beard glistening in the light. His eyes shimmered with mischief as he reached behind me and pulled me up to face him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said before his hand wrapped around my neck, and he kissed me, the taste of me all over his tongue.

I hesitated for only a second before I was all in, my tongue in his mouth, my lips merging with his. I couldn’t get enough of him.

When he let me go, I fell back onto the bed and watched as he removed his clothes, pulling a condom out from somewhere and rolling it onto his length. I almost offered to do it, but I wasn’t that bold yet. As he moved on top of me, the tip of his dick positioned at my entrance, I lifted my hips to try to force him inside. He laughed, knowing full well that he was in control, and I lowered my hips back down to the bed and waited.

“Are you going to make me beg?” I asked, pretending to be annoyed.

“No. I just wanted to look at you first,” he said.

My heart melted into my mattress, never to beat the same again. We stayed that way, staring into each other’s eyes for what felt like a full minute or two, but I was certain it wasn’t. And, when he moved inside me, neither one of us broke eye contact.

It was so intimate, so utterly connecting. I felt like more than just my skin was bared to him; my soul was in the open, free for the taking. The most reassuring part was that I knew innately that he felt the same way.