Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [33]
Like an answer, she let her hand go where it wanted, straying from his chest down to his shaft stretching so prominently between them. Her fingers curled lightly around it and he groaned.
“Ride me,” he said.
And she couldn’t think of anything she could possibly want more.
Rising to her knees, she hovered over him, enjoying the feel of his eyes still roaming her body. She’d never felt more wholly feminine or sexual. And though she’d never touched herself for anyone before Braden and no longer needed to since he was here to do it for her now, she followed a whim and let her palms glide up onto her breasts, squeezing sensually as she caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger to pinch lightly. Braden’s hands played about her hips as he watched, his breath going shallow. And for the first time it dawned on her: through a loss of control over herself, she was gaining a certain measure of control—over him.
Situating herself directly over his erection, she wrapped her fist around it once more, positioning it upright, then lowered herself until the head met her swollen flesh. Needing him back inside her, she pushed her pelvis firmly downward, sheathing him in her slickness.
They both moaned at the reconnection, but Laura wondered at first if she could handle the position. She’d forgotten that being on top made her feel a guy’s cock even more, and at the moment, Braden’s felt incomprehensibly big in her. She instantly leaned forward, curving her body down over him, crushing her breasts into his chest. “How can you be so big?” she asked on impulse, her mouth near his ear.
He chuckled heatedly. “You don’t like it?”
“I love it—I’m just not sure I can take it.”
He turned his head to face her—their eyes, mouths, rested no more than an inch apart. “You can take it, honey,” he said as if it were an absolute fact.
“How do you know?”
Certainty glimmered in his eyes. “I saw you take the one I sent to you.”
The reminder almost embarrassed her, yet somehow that was passing. She was surprised, though, to hear herself laugh. “Did you have to pick a purple one?”
He grinned and she melted a little deeper into his chest. “I thought girls liked purple.”
She returned the playful smile. “For a sweater, sure. But, my God, a purple penis?”
“I think, honey, that when they come in colors it’s supposed to make them seem more fun.”
She blinked, feeling a bit thick. “Oh. I guess I . . . wasn’t thinking of it as fun then.”
“And now?” He raised his eyebrows.
She bit her lip, thinking. “Now, this is fun. Your cock is fun.”
The expression in his eyes said he liked her answer. “Then you must think you can take it.”
She bit her lip and met his gaze, raising slightly, the move elevating her breasts just enough that her nipples abraded his skin. As he sighed his pleasure, she rose farther, sitting up, to realize her body had again magically adjusted to him. He still felt enormous in this position, but not so overwhelming that she couldn’t enjoy it. “You’re bigger than the toy, but you’re right, I can take it,” she assured him, her voice lower than she knew was possible. And then she began to move, to let her body guide her. “I can definitely take it.”
She swiveled in small but potent circles atop him as she pressed her palms to his chest. She peered unabashedly into his hypnotic eyes. Her clit brushed against his body with each rotation, enough to lift her slowly higher, higher, toward the peak she sought.
“You’re so hot, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with a sensuality that seeped into her veins. His words fueled her, and so did his eyes. She supposed she’d grown accustomed to having them on her, even when she hadn’t been able to see them, but now, she relished them even more.
Again, she found herself kneading her breasts while he watched.
“You look so good doing that.”
“Do you want to kiss them?” she asked, her voice that of a sex nymph. She never said such things in bed—never, until this, until Braden. He’d clearly loosened something in her, and now