I moan softly, deepening the kiss. He tastes so good, and, thank fuck, he can kiss. I mean, really kiss. Not any of this bullshit stuff that guys think is sexy because they see it in a porno or some stupid movie but ends up being awkward and sloppy. No, this is a man who knows what a woman wants and sends chills down my spine and heats through my body.
I want more. So much more. I want to know if he can do everything he just promised, even if it’s incredibly stupid for me to go along with it. I shouldn’t be encouraging him.
He pulls away, looks down at me, blue eyes intense, and growls, “Get out of your own head, angel. Right now, just feel. Everything else we work out later.” Then his mouth is back on mine, and I don’t bother fighting anymore.
Fuck it. Just fuck it.
Nothing holding me back, I let go of his shirt and wrap my arms around his neck, my hands cupping the back of his head, keeping a gentle pressure to make sure he doesn’t pull away. He gives a soft groan, and the sensual kiss turns hot and frantic. Passionate.
Yes, this is exactly what I want, what Ineed.
His tongue invades my mouth, sweeping inside, tasting and exploring, and his hands run down to grip my ass, groping and making me groan. Someone’s an ass man. When he lifts me up, I don’t fight him, wrapping my legs around him. Being so tall, in this position, my head is above his a bit, but it doesn’t stop him. He simply moves us toward the bed, his mouth never leaving mine.
When we reach the bed, we’re suddenly falling, and I yank my mouth from his on a gasp, instinctively trying to twist us so that he doesn’t fall on his back. The stubborn man is far stronger than me, though, and he takes the brunt of it. We bounce slightly, and I refuse to let him kiss me again as I pant, “Your back.”
He lets out a small sigh and growls, “If I didn’t tear the stitches in that fight, they’re not going to tear now. Stop fussing.”
I glare at him. “I’m a nurse and I’m not about to let you ruin all my hard work,” I bite out, some of the passion cooling inside me.
He must realize it, and the futility of arguing with me, because I let out a small screech when we’re suddenly rolling and I find myself sprawled underneath him. His face is over mine, his body deliciously pressed against mine, but he makes sure not to give me his full weight. “Better?” he rasps out, staring down at me.
Considering our heights and just what is currently pressed against my core, oh yeah, I’m definitely better. It’s just the distraction I need to bring me back to the moment. I arch myhips, rubbing myself against him, enjoying the feeling of the different fabrics of our clothes against me. But it’ll be far better when all of that is gone. Unable to help myself, I smirk and tease, “It could be. Maybe if we got you out of this shirt, we’ll find out? What kind of nurse would I be if I didn’t check you over thoroughly?”
His lips quirk up into a smirk of his own, but instead of stripping like I hoped, he lowers his mouth back to mine, kissing me deeply, completely obliterating any other thoughts in my mind. I wrap my legs around his waist again, and my arms around his neck again, relishing the taste of him. The feel of him. I can feel his cock against me, and God, do I want to see it again. Touch it. Taste it. I want to do everything I can to drive him crazy like he’s driving me.
I pull my arms from around his neck and snake them down his sides, gripping the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up. I pull my mouth from his just enough and breathe out, “Off. I want it all off.”
He leaves me lying here, bracing myself on my elbows to get the best view of the show. He yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Fuck, this man is perfection. Broad, muscular, chiselled abs that I can’t wait to run my tongue over, and the sexy V tapering in from his hip bones. He toes off his boots and socks before watching me with a sexy smile as his hands go to his belt, the soft metallic clinking sound of the buckle releasing, the whisper of his zipper sliding down. My mouth waters as he pushes his pants and boxers down, until he’s finally standing here, naked, cock deliciously hard.
His smile widens even further as he watches me. “How’s this, angel?”
The little devil on my shoulder has me giving him a sly smile and shrugging lightly. “It was alright. You could have added a little bit of a show for me, and maybe moved a little faster, but—” I let out a screeching laugh when he launches himself at me, hauling me up from the bed so that I’m kneeling on it and once again back in his arms.
“Was that fast enough for you?” he rumbles, his hand gripping my hair and yanking my head back so that he can nip his teeth along my jaw.
I moan, my hands gripping his hips, nails digging into his skin. “A little better,” I rasp, sucking a sharp breath when he gives a low chuckle and clamps his teeth on the skin of my neck, sucking on it lightly. It shoots pleasure through me, my core throbbing with renewed desire. My hands move from his hips, exploring until I grip his ass cheeks tight in my hand, making him give a soft grunt, and I feel his teeth loosen and he smiles against my skin. “Do you just do endless squats?” I breathe out, flexing my fingers against him. “Damn, these are perfect.” I lift my eyes to his and give him a sly smile as I release one cheek to sneak my hand back between us, wrapping my hand around his cock. “But this is even better,” I purr, slowly stroking him and watching as his eyes darken, going from a bright to a deep ocean blue.
“Angel,” he groans, easing back, lowering his eyes to watch my hand move over him. Neither of us says a word, the tension building with the heat between us. I adjust myself back, creating a little more space between us, and I lower my eyes to watch him. He’s big, but not big enough that I’m worried, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me. He’s going to stretch me just perfectly, hitting all the spots just right.
His cock hardens even further under my grip as I move faster, enjoying the flush covering his skin, and the way he shifts just slightly every time my thumb swirls over the head, spreading the pre-cum dripping from him. Oh, yeah, I’m going to need a taste of him.
Before I can make good on that thought, he suddenly puts his hand over mine, stalling me. “Fuck, angel, you’re going to have me embarrassing myself if you don’t stop,” he rasps. “It’s your turn. Get out of those clothes so I can see every delicious inch of you, and get to touch you.”
A part of me wants to argue that I don’t need to be naked to suck his cock, but the heat in his eyes promises so many wicked things that I do as he asks. He steps back, letting me get to my feet. I don’t bother trying to be sexy as I quickly strip down, tossing my clothes aside. When I’m fully naked, he lets out a soft groan, his eyes tracking over me hungrily. They stop on my breasts, then travel over my slightly rounded belly and hips, and finally down my legs. I’m not model thin, and my C-cup breasts aren’t as perky as they were in my early twenties, but I’ve never hated how I looked.
And from the almost feral look in Hulk’s eyes, I don’t think he hates it either. If I ever doubted myself, that’s gone now. Not with the way he’s looking at me like he’s about to devour me and worship me at the same time. “So fucking beautiful,” he rasps, his hands reaching out to grip me by the hips again, hauling me against him. I gasp at the feel of his skin against mine, and his cock trapped against my mound. With just a little bit of adjusting, I can have him inside me.
Suddenly, I’m flying again, and I bounce on the bed with a soft gasp. I push myself up on my elbows. Hulk is suddenly kneeling on the floor between my sprawled legs, an intense look on his face. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting all of you,” he tells me as his hands grip my thighs and pull me to the edge, before he curls forward and wraps his lips around one of my hardened nipples.
I gasp out in shock, pleasure quickly following. Streaks of desire shooting straight to my pussy. His other hand cups my other breast, molding and squeezing it in a way that only seemsto add to the sensation. Then his teeth gently nip the nipple in his mouth, while his fingers pinch the other. The dual sensations of pleasure and pain war, and I groan with delight. My body arches and grinds into him, seeking more, pleasure dripping from me.
I’m going to soak his sheets, and I don’t give a damn. Fuck, I want more.
He finally switches and gives the other breast the same treatment, the cool air making me shiver, before he pinches my nipple again while nipping the other. “Hulk,” I moan, a small rational part of me remembering to keep the volume down. I wrap one hand into his hair, holding him tight to me, while also gently scraping my fingers along his skull. He gives a small groan, but it’s not of pain, so I don’t stop. I do it again, until he finally pulls away, making my hand fall away.
His mouth moves from my breasts, down toward my belly, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still. “I can smell how perfect you’re going to taste, angel,” he rasps huskily before he kisses along my lower belly and then across both hip bones. “Just make sure that you don’t scream so loud you send anyone running in here you don’t want to see you falling apart while I have my mouth on your sweet pussy.” It’s the only warning I get before he yanks my ass to the edge of the bed, throws my legs over his shoulders, and presses his lips directly to my clit.
Guess that answers the question of whether he’s one of the men who can find it without direction or a map. Thank fuck.
