Page 5 of Passing Ships

He devours my mouth like a fucking starved man who’ll never get his fill again as his hands start to roam all over my body—my back, my thighs, my breasts—and I don’t resist. I let him explore as my fingers find the buttons of his linen shirt, and I start working them open, one by one.

He might be a man of few words, but his touch is talking loud and clear. Telling me exactly what he wants as I feel Little Lenny spring to life. I bear down on his growing erection and groan as I feel the size of him. My back bows, and I grunt as I’m wedged uncomfortably against the steering wheel.

He pries his lips from mine. “Shit.”

Reaching for the handle, he wrenches the door open. Grasping my waist, he deposits me on the gravel and is out of the car in a flash. Hauling me up the walkway to the house, he strides quickly to the door, and I can barely keep up. He reaches down inside a potted plant to the right of the welcome mat to retrieve a key.

“Wait, there’s a hidden key? How did you know that was there?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer as he flings the door open and tugs me inside like a caveman.

Once it closes behind us, he’s all business as his arm hooks around my waist and pulls me against him. My hands grab on to his shoulders. He kicks the door shut as he turns me in his arms to pin me against it.

My mouth finds his, and I kiss him hungrily as his hands slide down and under my dress to cup my ass and hike me up higher. My back rests against the cool wood, and he presses his big body into mine to hold me in place.

I start trembling with need as I wrap my legs around his hips, trying desperately to get closer to him. He’s solid and muscly, and the heat of him envelops me.

I arch my back, and my aching breasts meet the hard plane of his chest. I slide my hands from his shoulders and down his back, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles.

He lets out a guttural groan as his mouth runs down the column of my throat, sucking and nipping as he makes his way lower.

The need that pulses through me catches me off guard.

How am I this turned on?

Never has a man elicited a response this intense from me.

Never.

I grip him tighter as his tongue explores the tops of my breasts, which are exposed above the deep V of my neckline. An exquisite tingle shoots straight to my core when he sucks a nipple between his teeth through the thin fabric.

God, that feels so good.

I hum encouragement as he bites down gently.

His head comes up at the sound, and before I have a chance to complain, he carries me over to the couch. He drops me onto the cushions, and as he begins to untuck his shirt from his jeans, I sit up in front of him and take hold of the button of his pants.

“Amiya,” he rasps as I slide his zipper down slowly.

He’s hard and ready as I reach in to release Little Lenny from his boxer briefs.

I hold the base with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other, running a finger through the dollop of clear liquid at the tip. His cock twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me.

I return his stare as I bite down on my bottom lip.

“Don’t tease me,” he hisses as his hands drop to my hair and begin to massage my scalp.

“Would I do that to Little Lenny?” I ask.

I lick his tip and moan as the salty taste of him hits my tongue.

“Mmm,” I murmur.

The heat in his eyes intensifies as his hand wraps in my hair. I lick him again, letting my tongue roll around the swollen bulb a few times before opening my mouth and taking him deep.

I keep my fingers wrapped securely around him as he thrusts his hips and glides in as far as he can go. Then, I begin sucking as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth.

His free hand caresses my jaw as he finds his rhythm. I grip the back of his thigh as I relax and suck him in deeper.

I can feel him grow thicker as I pull back my lips and drag the edge of my teeth lightly down his length. He growls low and deep as the speed of his thrusts increases.