I want his pleasure as much as I want my own.
I take him deeper. Until he's groaning. Until our bodies are the only things in the universe. His skin is soft but he's so fucking hard. I dig my fingers into his firm ass, using it for leverage to take him deeper. When I can't take anymore, I stroke him.
His hands knot in my hair. They nudge the back of my head.
Deeper.
I take him as deep as I can. Stroke him as hard as I can.
His moans blur together. It really is beautiful music. Much better than anything I've heard on the radio.
"Fuck, Jess," he groans as he tugs at my hair. "I'm going to come."
Hell yes.
His eyelids press together. A sigh escapes his lips.
He shudders. He's almost there. I watch the pleasure spread over his face as I suck on him.
He lets out another groan. His palm presses against the back of my head, holding me in place as he thrusts into my mouth.
"Fuck, Jess," he groans. "You're fucking amazing."
My body floods with desire. I feel amazing—powerful and sexy.
I swallow so I can take him deeper. I dig my fingers into the flesh of his ass. It's almost too much, but I can't do anything to stop the ecstasy in his expression.
It's the best thing I've ever seen.
With his next moan, he comes. His thighs shake. His hands tug at my hair. And he groans my name again and again.
He tastes good. Sweet. I hold him in my mouth until he's finished then I swallow hard.
He sighs with pleasure as he takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. Then his arms around me, his palms on my ass and between my shoulder blades.
He pulls my body into his. The embrace is so tight I can't breathe.
We collapse on the bed, tangled up in each other, everything in the world exactly where it should be.
* * *
We linger inbed for the better part of an hour. His arms are around me. My back is against his chest. I can feel his heart beat and hear his breath.
It's heaven.
I don't move until my stomach is grumbling. I push myself to a seated position and turn to face him. The moonlight casts highlights over the hard lines of his body.
My gaze is drawn to the tattoo on his thigh. I haven't had a chance to really look at it. My fingertips skim his knee. "May I?"
"You can touch me anytime you want."
I fight my blush. "You've got me all wrong, Steele, I'm only in it for the body art."
"Too bad. I wouldn't mind going again."
"Wouldn't mind?"
"Was planning to wait until after dinner."
