“No. Is that a problem?”
She considered for a moment, then shrugged. “Does it feel different?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had sex with any circumcised men.” His lips twitched with amusement.
A giggle-snort escaped her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. “You’re awful.”
“I’m not.” He tugged her back down onto his chest, grinning. “And I’ve never had any complaints, so I can only assume that I’m using the equipment properly.”
“Well thank goodness for that.” She wiggled against him and then pressed her mouth to his for another kiss.
To her surprise, he hefted their twined bodies and rolled until she was under him and he was on top of her. She parted her legs and he settled in against the cradle of her thighs, and she wanted to moan with sheer pleasure at how good his weight felt over her. There was nothing quite like a big sexy Norse god pushing you down into the mattress.
His mouth lightly nipped hers, and then his hand went to her breast. Oh, hell yes. Time for nipple-play. She squirmed when he caressed one breast, teasing and dragging his fingers over the sensitive skin. He went for the underside of her nipple, running his thumb over the one spot over and over again until she was practically coming off the mattress. Her hands went to his shoulders, and oh, god, that just made things even sexier because touching him was such sheer pleasure. She might have dug her nails into his skin and made a very unladylike groan of pleasure.
. . . Which was nothing compared to the groan she made when his mouth descended and he began to lick her nipple. She might have lost a little control at that point, writhing under him and clawing at his skin. It just felt so incredible. Her breasts were sensitive enough that she couldn’t take much, and when he nipped at one breast, she snapped. Her breath rushed out from between gritted teeth and she grabbed him and pulled him down against her, burying her face against his neck and licking hard.
“Fuck yeah,” she heard him say.
And because she was still feeling frantic and wanted to make him as frantic as her, she nipped at his neck and started to lick and suck at his skin. He rolled their bodies again until she was straddling on top of him, and that gave her free access to his neck. And oh, it was a damn glorious neck, and she couldn’t seem to stop licking and biting at his skin. He just tasted so damn good.
Even as she made love to his throat, his hands moved to her breasts and he began to tease her nipples again. She moaned into his collarbones and began to feverishly lick and bite at his skin. Her hips rocked against him and he murmured soft, sweet things to her that she paid not the slightest bit of attention to, because she was obsessed with tasting him.
She felt his hand slide down to her pussy and she spread her legs eagerly for his touch. The breath went out of her lungs the moment his big hand cupped her, because it was tease and ownership all at once, and she loved it. Taylor squirmed against him, hoping for fingers. A moment later, she was not disappointed. He slid one finger down her sex, gliding over her labia and then brushing over her clit.
Her entire body jumped in response, and everything in Taylor ratcheted up to an eleven.
“Dick now, please,” she panted, because she was pretty sure if she didn’t get more of him right this instant, she was going to wither away and die.
He chuckled, the sound husky. “You’re the most impatient woman I’ve ever met, you know that?”
Why was he talking when there was fucking to do? She pressed her mouth to his, kissing, and her hand went to his dick to try and encourage him. At his groan of response, she suspected she was about to get her wish. She stroked him and was surprised—and pleased—to find that everything moved with just a little bit more glide thanks to his foreskin. Now . . . that was interesting.
His body stiffened. “Okay, okay. Condom coming right up, impatient little thing.”
“Make it so, Number One,” she said, quoting Star Trek.
He didn’t seem to catch that. He just rolled out of bed and dug through the strewn clothing. She watched his ass, because truly, it was a fine, fine ass. All tight and muscly and just a bit of a bubble, like Brad Pitt’s in that Trojan War movie. Unlike Brad’s ass, though, Loch’s was several shades paler than the rest of his skin, which told her that he was out in the sun quite a bit.
She was fascinated by that ghostly white ass, and when he returned to bed a moment later with a condom packet, she couldn’t resist pinching and stroking her hands over his skin. Here she was glimpsing the best ass in the world and, judging by the lack of tan, she was one of the few. It seemed a shame to hide it away from the world when it was such a nice ass. She wondered if he’d let her put a finger up there. “Are you into ass play?”
The look he gave her was shocked. “What?”
“Prostate tickles? I’m told it’s fun for the guy.”
“I’ve never done that.” He rolled the condom on, dragging his fingers over his length in a rather mouthwatering way.
That wasn’t a no, though. That was just a never done it before. She supposed it probably wasn’t best for a first-and-only date, though. Oh, well. She’d wanted to try that, just to see how a guy would react.
But it didn’t matter because he was now officially gloved and settling his body back over hers, and her body was practically doing a happy dance because it was about to get boned. God, she was ready. She shifted on the bed, so wet and aroused she felt slippery all the way down her thighs.
Loch moved over her and leaned down to kiss her, as if she’d need to be prepped for sex. That was so cute. Taylor’s hands went to his shoulders and she pulled him down in an enthusiastic kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips to let him know she was darn ready. She heard his smothered laugh, but she didn’t care. The time for foreplay was past, and she wanted results.