I jump him.

I lift my head and let him slide out of my mouth in a long slurp, then take a much-needed breath. “I want you in me.”

His voice is muffled by my thighs on his cheeks. “Absolutely.”

My head is spinning, but I manage to turn myself around without injuring either of us. I straddle him, drawing my hair back out of my face, taking my time about it so that he can get a good look at my breasts. I can’t help smiling at the desire in his eyes.

I lean forward, bracing one hand on the mattress, reaching between us with the other. With a little fumbling, I find his cock and guide it to me. It might be fun to leave him in suspense, right there on the threshold, but I want him too badly.

I keep my eyes on his as I lower myself onto him. The look on his face matches exactly how I feel--hunger at first, and then sharp astonishment, and then utter pleasure. We both gasp, and I lose myself for a moment, my body becoming nothing but a bundle of need and ecstasy.

He’s a tight fit, but I’m so wet that he slides smoothly within me as I lift my hips and sit down again. He groans, and I feel like my skin is on fire, and I can’t understand why the bed doesn’t burst into flames. I rock against him, taking him deep into me, my breath heavy and ragged.

And then…