“This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn, pushing her back on the bed.
She grins and I grab her ankles, positioning them on my shoulders.
From this angle, I’ve got the perfect view of her pussy. It’s pink and wet, her clit swollen.
Ready.
I position myself at her entrance, and with one quick thrust, seat myself to the hilt.
Fuuuck.
Sutton’s hot and tight, her pussy sheathing me like a glove.
I pull back, the sight of our joined bodies ripping a possessive growl from my throat, the urge to make her mine rising unbidden.
How the hell am I ever going to give this up?
I’m not. It’s that simple.
I press my thumb to her clit as I thrust deep inside her, our flesh slapping together. She cries out, fisting her hands in the comforter as I circle that little bundle of nerves.
“Don’t hold back,” she pleads. “I can take it.”
“I know you can, Shorty.” I lean down and kiss her, swallowing another cry as I drive deep, pinning her thighs to her chest. She’s so goddamn flexible I’m still in constant awe of her body.
Which is just one of the reasons I’m not going to last long tonight.
From the sounds of it, neither is she.
Thank Christ.
Sweat pools between my shoulder blades as I race toward climax.
Sutton’s breath is coming hard and fast, and there’s a light sheen of sweat on her forehead as I bear down on her clit, increasing the pressure as my cock slides home, every inch buried inside her tight channel.
“Yes!” She arches her back and her inner walls contract, gripping me tight. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes Devin.”
Male pride fills my chest and electricity crackles up my spine as my orgasm barrels through me like a linebacker, obliterating coherent thought, leaving me dazed and weak-kneed as I ride out the aftershocks.
Afterward, as we lie in bed, her head resting on my chest, one leg draped over mine, she sighs. “You’re so warm all the time. It’s like having my own personal heater.”
“Happy to be of service.”
Hell, I’d warm her bed every night if she’d let me.
Her eyes drift shut and I pull the comforter tighter around her, the way I always do before leaving. Sutton may be a native Pennsylvanian, but she’s always cold, and when I climb out of this bed, I’ll be taking my body heat with me.
“Stay the night?”
I freeze. She’s never asked me to stay over before. “You sure?”
“It just makes sense.” She yawns and scoots closer, sealing every inch of her body to mine. “We have to be up early and we’re travelling together.”
She says it casually, doesn’t even open her eyes, but still, it feels like a big step. Like maybe we’re heading for relationship territory.
It’s only a big deal if you make it a big deal.
Right. Play it cool.
