yourself, big guy,” I say back, instead.
“Fuck, give me those lips.”
My body full-out shivers as I lean into him and let him take my mouth. And take, he does.
I try to give it back to him. With any other man, I could hold my own, but this is Buzz. He is the dominator. He is the ruler, and I love it.
I get so lost in the kiss that I don’t feel him roll me so he’s on top. I also don’t register my legs involuntarily opening for him to fall between or that he’s sucking the air out of my lungs until he pulls away, and I gasp, trying to get oxygen inside of me.
He stares at me. What I wouldn’t give to know what is behind those eyes. Just a small little imprint into his brain. I think about asking him, but fear of the answer stops me.
He bends down and rubs his nose along mine in a move so tender I close my eyes briefly and enjoy it.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he tells me as I open my eyes again, happiness warming me. “Fuckin’ love when you smile.” At that, my smile widens.
“You’re not too bad yourself, stud,” I say playfully, and when I get his smirk, my insides melt. Damn, I love when he does that one little movement.
“Stud?” He raises his brow, his tone teasing.
“Yep, like in Grease. Sandy says ‘ Tell me about it, stud .’ ” I full-out laugh.
He brushes hair away from my face. “I know somethin’ that needs to get dirty.”
The smile is sucked from my face as his lips come down in a penetrating kiss. I meet him as best I can, following his lead, but each second his lips are on mine, my heart squeezes more than before. God, this man can kiss. The best I’ve ever had, bar none.
My body ignites, but he goes no further than his lips and hands on my body.
Buzz is always demanding. Tender comes afterward. In the moment of us coming together, he is fierce. This kiss, though, is a different definition of fierce. He’s taking and taking, but he’s giving me so much more: tenderness, caring, caressing. I realize, without a doubt, I’m in serious trouble where Buzz is concerned.
He tears his lips from mine, his eyes blazing with fire. My insides quiver. I know that look, know what is coming. I have no worries that he’ll take care of me.
“Arms up,” he orders, and I listen with no reservation. “Hold on to the bars, or I’ll tie you to them.”
My body shakes at the thought.
Buzz cascades his rough hands down my neck to my chest as he massages my breasts, each touch getting harder, rougher, and more intense. He leans down and pulls a nipple into his mouth, nipping the tip. The pleasure and pain cause my clit to throb.
As I shift my hips, I feel his hard length at my entrance.
Each time, I want him more and more.
“Spread those legs wider.”
I spread out as far as I can open myself to him.
“Not going to play this morning. I’ve got shit to do and can’t give you the time I want.”
Disappointment hits me in the chest like a boulder. After all this time we haven’t seen each other, he’s not going to play?
“Babe,” he calls, and I look at him. “Later tonight, when I get shit sorted, we’ll play.”
To that, I smile.
“Now, I need to fuck you.”
“I need that, too,” I whisper, wanting to kick myself for how needy I sound.
He reaches over, grabs a condom, and then plants himself inside me to the root.
With my hands still on the headboard spindles, my knuckles turn white from my grip as he thrusts inside of me hard, deep. So damn deep.
He reaches down and pinches my clit, and my need grows, waking up my nerves from their slumber. The more he pummels into my body, the more I want … the more I crave.
Everything in my body tightens as I explode, clamping around his cock.
“Damn, babe,” he says, still moving. He pushes in and stills, grunting my name, which is the sexiest word that comes from his lips.
My entire body trembles as I crash back down to earth.
Buzz falls onto the bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me, putting his
“Fuck, give me those lips.”
My body full-out shivers as I lean into him and let him take my mouth. And take, he does.
I try to give it back to him. With any other man, I could hold my own, but this is Buzz. He is the dominator. He is the ruler, and I love it.
I get so lost in the kiss that I don’t feel him roll me so he’s on top. I also don’t register my legs involuntarily opening for him to fall between or that he’s sucking the air out of my lungs until he pulls away, and I gasp, trying to get oxygen inside of me.
He stares at me. What I wouldn’t give to know what is behind those eyes. Just a small little imprint into his brain. I think about asking him, but fear of the answer stops me.
He bends down and rubs his nose along mine in a move so tender I close my eyes briefly and enjoy it.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he tells me as I open my eyes again, happiness warming me. “Fuckin’ love when you smile.” At that, my smile widens.
“You’re not too bad yourself, stud,” I say playfully, and when I get his smirk, my insides melt. Damn, I love when he does that one little movement.
“Stud?” He raises his brow, his tone teasing.
“Yep, like in Grease. Sandy says ‘ Tell me about it, stud .’ ” I full-out laugh.
He brushes hair away from my face. “I know somethin’ that needs to get dirty.”
The smile is sucked from my face as his lips come down in a penetrating kiss. I meet him as best I can, following his lead, but each second his lips are on mine, my heart squeezes more than before. God, this man can kiss. The best I’ve ever had, bar none.
My body ignites, but he goes no further than his lips and hands on my body.
Buzz is always demanding. Tender comes afterward. In the moment of us coming together, he is fierce. This kiss, though, is a different definition of fierce. He’s taking and taking, but he’s giving me so much more: tenderness, caring, caressing. I realize, without a doubt, I’m in serious trouble where Buzz is concerned.
He tears his lips from mine, his eyes blazing with fire. My insides quiver. I know that look, know what is coming. I have no worries that he’ll take care of me.
“Arms up,” he orders, and I listen with no reservation. “Hold on to the bars, or I’ll tie you to them.”
My body shakes at the thought.
Buzz cascades his rough hands down my neck to my chest as he massages my breasts, each touch getting harder, rougher, and more intense. He leans down and pulls a nipple into his mouth, nipping the tip. The pleasure and pain cause my clit to throb.
As I shift my hips, I feel his hard length at my entrance.
Each time, I want him more and more.
“Spread those legs wider.”
I spread out as far as I can open myself to him.
“Not going to play this morning. I’ve got shit to do and can’t give you the time I want.”
Disappointment hits me in the chest like a boulder. After all this time we haven’t seen each other, he’s not going to play?
“Babe,” he calls, and I look at him. “Later tonight, when I get shit sorted, we’ll play.”
To that, I smile.
“Now, I need to fuck you.”
“I need that, too,” I whisper, wanting to kick myself for how needy I sound.
He reaches over, grabs a condom, and then plants himself inside me to the root.
With my hands still on the headboard spindles, my knuckles turn white from my grip as he thrusts inside of me hard, deep. So damn deep.
He reaches down and pinches my clit, and my need grows, waking up my nerves from their slumber. The more he pummels into my body, the more I want … the more I crave.
Everything in my body tightens as I explode, clamping around his cock.
“Damn, babe,” he says, still moving. He pushes in and stills, grunting my name, which is the sexiest word that comes from his lips.
My entire body trembles as I crash back down to earth.
Buzz falls onto the bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me, putting his
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