Page 41 of Hidden Justice
“Justice.” He sighs my name. A plea. A prayer. A promise.
I sweep my tongue inside his ear and breathe, “Sandesh.”
He moans a sound so hot it burns away walls. Invitation is in that sigh, and I take it, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him forward as I lean back. He rolls on top of me, solid and hard. His eyes search mine for the answer my wet core is already giving him. I arch, letting him know with the rise of my body that I want this.
His body pressed so intimately against me I can feel the pulse in his cock. He closes his eyes. “Justice, let’s share details. I had a whole workup before I left the States. I don’t have any STIs, but I also don’t have a condom. So…?”
His battle for control as I writhe under him might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And thatshouldn’tseem like an opportunity, but it does. I grip his ass and make pleading sounds. The man of steel, my new nickname for him, shakes his head and tries to lift off. I put my arms around his waist and hold on tight.You are not going anywhere.
He moans. “One of us has to think here, and it’s getting really difficult for me to think with you rocking under me.”
That’s kind of the point, but he’s too cool for school. I put a palm against his face, wait for him to look at me.
He does. He stares at me like it would cause pain for him to look away.
“I’m tested regularly. All good. And the GPS isn’t the only thing implanted. I’m on the pill. Long-term. But I don’t want you to stop thinking. I want you to think. Be aware of this moment with me. Feel it with me. Don’t let go of this day, this room, us. Stop talking. Be with me. Please.”
I lift up and kiss him, drawing it out before I sweep my tongue into his mouth. I probe the slick, soft connection between us first gently, then with growing urgency until there is a fire raging between us.
He responds in kind, meeting me stroke for desperate stroke.
He feels so good, I want to shout with the pure, electric joy of him against me. Skin. I need…
Pulling at his boxers, I demand, “Off.”
He blinks at me and rolls off, complying with a speed I now match. It feels like an eternity that we’re apart, but it’s only seconds until we unite with a groan, hot skin against hot, smooth skin. Glorious. I’m wet and crazed with the need to have him inside me.
I reach for his cock. “Please.”
I feel him smile against my mouth as he pushes said cock against my hand. I whimper.
He says, “I want to kiss you first.”
What?
He kisses his way down, sucking at my breasts, stomach, then moving to my center.
I arch expectantly as he brings his lips down around my clit. I gasp at how incredibly good his soft tongue feels.
He begins to suck and lick and stroke me, and I am helpless. My head falls back and I moan loudly, repeatedly.
He’s so good at this. His tongue dances along my edges, dips inside, until I lose my mind. I thread hands into his hair, press myself hard against his mouth. The sweet, unyielding pressures builds and builds. The orgasm is tantalizingly close, but I want…
I grab his broad shoulders, pull him. “I want to come around your cock.”
He growls approval and need, shifting over me so his cock rests between my legs. He lowers his head, kisses along my cheek as he pushes inside.
I cry out, filled with him, so hot and thick, the most perfect feeling that I can’t imagine anything better, until he thrusts.
Better. So… much… better.
He begins to thrust and retreat, deep then shallow, deep then shallow.
I rock my hips, keeping pace, making desperate sounds of want and need and please-don’t-stop.
He responds by thrusting harder and faster.
I’m thanking him and moaning and pumping my hips to meet the slam of him. My core grows tighter, tighter, impossibly tight around him then… I break. Tremors release and pound over and through me.