Make Me Yours by Kendall Ryan

to the floor with the rest of his clothes.
    I was now only wearing a tiny scrap of fabric—the black g-string I’d packed. It was meant to tempt him, but it was also succeeding in making me feel like a sexy seductress. I didn’t trust myself around Cohen. I bent at the waist, lifting my bottom into the air and lowering my mouth to his beautiful cock. He held himself in place with one hand gripped around his shaft while I lovingly stroked my tongue from base to tip, spending more time at the head, noticing that when I flicked my tongue he cursed under his breath, and fisted his other hand into the blanket.
    I kissed the back of his hand and removed it from his shaft, then I wrapped both hands firmly around him and began pumping up and down, suckling the head at the same time. He groaned and closed his eyes. “Fuck, babe. Fuck, fuck,” he whispered.
    I smiled at the naughty endearments.
    I felt Cohen grab my ass and squeeze, gripping one fleshy cheek as I bobbed up and down with my mouth around his cock.  His fingers worked their way under the string on my panties and he began tugging them down.
    I stopped suddenly and sat up. “Cohen, those have to stay on, or nothing is going to stop me from riding your cock.”
    He groaned and his head fell back against the pillow. “Fuck,” his chest rumbled with the curse. “Don’t say stuff like that, babe.”
    “Cohen.” My voice was a plea, only I didn’t know what for. He was supposed to be the strong one. I wasn’t known for my willpower, but for him, I would try.
    He left my panties in place, but pulled me onto his lap again. I wanted the contact against him just as much as he did. He rocked his hips against mine, and pressed his cock against my soaked panties with each thrust. I leaned over him, and let my breasts sway gently against his chest while we kissed. The feel of my nipples skimming over his pecs was another of the sensations that I normally wouldn’t have noticed. His kisses were rough and desperate, his tongue matching the pace of his thrusts. It was hypnotic and sensual. Another thing to love about Cohen. 
    I’d never come just from dry humping before, but damn if I wasn’t close to orgasm already. I could tell from his breathing that he was too.
    Just one tiny little piece of dampened fabric separated us, and I imagined what it would be like to have his impressive cock sink inside me. I would only need to push the panties aside and he could fill my empty pussy. “Cohen, I want you inside me,” I blurted without thinking.
    His entire body went stiff and I could read the conflicting emotions on his face as clear as day. He pressed his lips to mine one last time, and then sat up and moved me off him.
    Shit. Had I said the wrong thing?
    He flipped us over, so that I was lying flat against the bed, and he was hovering over me. He spread my thighs, forcing them apart and kneeled on the bed between my legs.
    He pulled my panties aside, but left them on. The strings cut into my hips, but I didn’t even really notice. He rubbed his thumb along my clit, gently stroking and teasing. Oh Lord, I was so close. He brought one finger to my entrance and slowly pressed forward. I sucked in a breath and held it as he gently eased his finger out and in, out and in, adding a second finger to the first. I groaned at the pressure, and his version of being inside of me. This wasn’t what I had in mind, but I realized it would have to do. And damn if it didn’t feel amazing.
    I reached between us and stroked him while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. I watched his movements as he continued thrusting, the veins in his forearm standing out, his muscles tense. God, was he sexy.
    Only a few thrusts later and I was there. I released a breathy moan and called out his name. Cohen clamped one hand down over my mouth to silence my cries as I came. The feel of his hand pressed firmly over my mouth while his other hand continued to drive forward inside me was