But here, with him, there are no walls.
Just his ragged breathing and the wet sounds of my body moving against his thigh.
“Look at me,” he commands, and my eyes snap to his. Those blue eyes, sharp as ice, hot as flame, watch my face like I’m the most fascinating thing in the world. “I want to see every second of you falling apart.”
The blush burns down my neck, across my chest, but I can’t look away.
My hips have a mind of their own now, rolling and grinding against the unyielding muscle of his leg. Each rock drags my clit against the seam of my own fingers. As for my pussy itself, rubbing against his skin, the friction is maddening, perfect and not enough all at once.
“God, the way you move,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “Like you were made for this. Made forme.”
His words unspool something low in my belly. I’m dripping now. Can feel it slicking my folds, coating my fingers, soaking his leg.
The scent of my own arousal rises, mixing with his cologne and the woodsmoke, and it’s so primal I want to die of shame and lust at the same time.
I’m close. So fucking close.
My thoughts start fragmenting.
Yes.
More.
Please.
Fuck.
“Tell me,” he demands, his voice a dark velvet scrape. “Tell me what you need.”
“Harder,” I gasp, the word torn from me. “Need--need more--”
He shifts, just slightly, and the muscle of his thigh flexes, goes rigid as stone. “Ride me, Sorrel. Use me.”
That’s it. That’s--
My fingers become a blur on my clit, circling, pressing, rubbing. My hips buck wildly, shamelessly, chasing the crest.
I’m making weird noises now... little whimpers, breathless moans that echo in the cavernous great room.
I’m about to--
“Cum,” he orders. “Cum right fucking now.”
The orgasm hits like an avalanche. My back arches, my spine bowing, and I cry out wordlessly.
My pussy clenches around nothing, pulsing. A white-hot cascade of pleasure fills me, blinding and consuming.
For a second I forget my own name.
Forget everything but the perfection of his thigh between my legs and his hands holding me steady as I shatter.
Before I’ve even finished trembling, he’s flipping our positions. Suddenly my back is against the sectional seat and he’s above me, shoving his boxer briefs down and oh holy hell he’s huge.
I watch, mesmerized, as he tears open a condom wrapper with his teeth...where does he keep getting those... and rolls it down his thick length.
Then he’s positioning himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my clenching entrance.
“Ready?” he asks, even though he has to feel just how ready I am.
