The Best Of Blaze - Six Sexy Romances. Jo Leigh

Joey reached between his legs and stroked his erection with her soft little hands. He could tell she was using just her fingertips, barely touching him, almost tickling. It drove him wild. He was hard already but getting harder with every passing second. He caught her wrists and pushed them over her head again, pinning her to the bed.

      “Not fair,” she pouted. God, he loved it when women pouted like that—Yes, please, act like I’m the meanest man in the world for not letting you stroke me off. I will reward that pout in ways you can’t even imagine...

      “Life isn’t fair, little girl. You lie there under me and behave yourself like I told you to and when you’re allowed to rub my cock I’ll tell you.”

      “Am I allowed to rub your cock right now?”

      “No. You’re allowed to lie there while I fuck you. I’m going to fuck you right now. Unless you want to pout some more.”

      “Nope. I’m good. I’m all done pouting.”

      Jesus, did he just call her “little girl”? He did have it bad for her already. Already or still or something like that. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to think about how much he’d kick himself for doing this tomorrow when he realized he’d had the sexiest sex of his life with a woman he wouldn’t see again for years. If ever.

      He sat up and rolled on the condom. Joey watched. Did she know how hot that was? Being watched while he touched himself?

      “I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid,” he said.

      “That was out of left field. Like way left field.” Joey smiled, which was a good reaction to his non sequitur.

      “There’s a point to that comment.”

      “I can’t wait to hear it.”

      Chris kneed her thighs apart and lowered himself onto her. With one hand he braced himself over her. With the other he guided his cock to the entrance of her vagina.

      “Every kid wants to be an astronaut,” he said, talking to keep himself from coming immediately. Fuck, he was doing it. Joey. Inside Joey. “But kids don’t get to be astronauts and they grow up and they’re doctors or lawyers or plumbers or nannies or whatever. I dreamed of being with you when I was a kid. And it’s like...”

      “Like what?” Joey dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips to take him inside her. He let her, didn’t try to stop her, let her work her pelvis so she was bringing herself around him instead of him thrusting into her. That would come later.

      “Like I dreamed of being an astronaut as a kid and then I grew up and didn’t give that dream a second thought because what grown man with his own business still goes around dreaming of being an astronaut? And then one random day, years after you give up on that dream, NASA shows up and says, ‘Hey, congrats, you get to be an astronaut now. Let’s go.’ I’d forgotten I had that dream, but you better believe I’d be on the next rocket to space.”

      Joey lifted her arms, wrapped them around his neck and brought him down onto her body.

      “That’s the sweetest, weirdest compliment a man has ever given me.” She kissed his mouth and he had to make himself stop smiling to kiss her back.

      “Yeah, well...all the blood is in my cock right now. I blame the weird on that.”

      “What do you blame the sweet on?”

      “On you, Joey.”

      He thrust into her then, a smooth hard stroke that went deep. Joey sighed with unmistakable pleasure. Of all the sounds that a woman made during sex, his favorite was the sound of relief when he finally penetrated her. Like she’d been waiting for this moment, and finally...thank God, he was inside her. He knew how she felt. He pulled out an inch or two and pushed back in, finding his groove, his best angle to move in her. Even with the condom on he could feel her wetness surrounding him and her heat, her incredible heat. Beneath him she moved in slow undulations, lifting and circling her hips, circling and spiraling, spiraling and pushing. Chris listened to her breaths—ragged and shallow. She licked her lips and her head fell back when he pushed in deeper.

      “Open wider for me, babe,” he said into her ear.

      Joey lifted her knees and splayed them open.

      “I like that,” she said.

      “Good angle?” He pushed in again, pulled out, pushed in and in...

      “I like that you called me babe.”

      “I liked that you liked it.”

      “We’re a good team.”

      “Yes, yes, we are.”

      Chris shifted so that he was on his knees and hands and could move his hips more freely. He rolled his pelvis against hers, not pulling out but staying inside her as he moved. Her clitoris needed as much attention as her vagina and at this angle he could graze that sensitive skin with every thrust. Joey gasped as he hit in just the right spot.

      “You liked that.”

      “I did...” she breathed. “Do it again...”

      “Say the magic word.”

      “Please?”

      “That’s the magic word.”

      He shifted again and thrust. Once more she gasped, twitched, shuddered and moaned. In high school she seemed so untouchable, so young and innocent. Didn’t stop him from having obscene sexual fantasies about her, but even back then he hadn’t believed they’d ever come true. But this woman was made of passion. This was a woman who adored sex. There was no faking pleasure like this. He could see it in her eyes, in the way she looked up at him under the veil of her eyelashes. And her wetness was incredible. Her inner muscles clenched around him with each thrust. She was enjoying this. Maybe as much as he was—but he wouldn’t bet money on it.

      Chris bent his head to suck her nipples again. They felt perfect in his mouth. Her breasts were his ideal—not too big, not too small, a perfect handful with reddish-brown nipples he couldn’t get enough of.

      “You’re a breast man, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice hardly a whisper.

      “I am,” he readily confessed. “Ass is nice, but tits are the tits.”

      “Don’t make me laugh while you’re fucking me. I once laughed a guy right out of my vagina.”

      “I dare you to try. I’m not going anywhere. I’m in and I plan on staying...” He thrust in deep. “Right.” He thrust in deeper. “Here.” He thrust in as deep as he could go before pulling out again to the tip.

      “So good.” Joey wrapped her legs around him, tucking them against his sides and resting her heels on his back. “Kira says it takes six months at least to rebound from a bad breakup.”

      “You want me to fuck you for the next six months?”

      “Solid,” she said. “Non stop.”

      “I don’t know if one condom’s going to last six straight months. Better go to Costco.”

      “That’s what oral is for.”

      “If you think I wouldn’t spend half a year eating you out, you don’t know me.”

      “I don’t know you. Not anymore. But I’m enjoying getting to know you.”

      “A pleasure to make your reacquaintance, Joey Silvia.”

      “The pleasure is all mine...”

      Joey raised her head and kissed his naked shoulder. It was a small thing but felt so good he swore an electric current passed from her lips to his shoulder all the way down to his toes and back up to his cock. She kissed his shoulder again, licked and bit it. She liked his shoulders. She liked his body. He could tell because she couldn’t seem to stop touching him. Her hands wandered down his arms, down his back, up his sides and his neck and