He groans, pressing a kiss to the curve of my breast and quickly losing his breath as I tease and coax his… Excalibur. I grin, loving how big he is. Brushing my thumb over his head, I wipe the bead off, circling the moisture around his cock and drinking him in when he reaches up to kiss me again.
His lips claim mine, owning them with a heady passion as he once again grabs my arms and lifts them over my head. Nestling between my thighs, he nudges the tip of his cock against me.
“I want you,” he mumbles between kisses. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Then take me.” I kiss him back.
He pulls away, glancing down at me. “You got protection?”
I smile up at him, and he grins back when I direct him to the top drawer of my nightstand.
Sitting up on my elbows, I watch him with hooded eyes as he suits up. Biting my bottom lip, I can’t fight my smile when he lies back over me, grabbing my arms for the third time tonight and locking my wrists in place.
It’s so fucking sexy, I’m weeping for him by the time he nudges inside me.
That first thrust is exquisite, and I can’t help a lusty cry as he once again owns me, just like he did on that stage.
Our bodies gyrate together, finding a heady rhythm that suits us. I work with him, meeting each of his plunging thrusts andthreading my fingers between his when he releases my wrists and glides his palms over mine.
Opening his eyes, he stares down at me, his brown gaze filled with such tender affection… and maybe a touch of wonder. I smile up at him, lost in that gaze before he hits a sweet spot that has my eyes snapping shut in ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons, repeating the move, his slow, deep thrust taking out my senses once more.
I squeeze his hands, gasping breaths punching out of me when he picks up his pace and starts a deep hammering that is all… things… right.
Each thrust is magic, our bodies slapping together like a drumbeat.
He feels so good I think I might explode.
This is so intense.
So…
It’s so…
“Ah!” I cry out, a flood of pleasure rippling through my body as he keeps plunging into me. I arch my back and he rises to his knees, grabbing my hips and supporting me as I’m taken out by a second orgasm.
He doesn’t let up, pistoning into me with short jerks that send me over the edge completely. At this new angle, I can’t control that next sob of passion that pops out of my mouth, my hands scrambling to squeeze his arm as I struggle to navigate this erotic minefield.
“Yes, baby. Yes.” He grips my hips, tucking my legs around him as I tip my head back and arch a little higher.
Panting and slick with sweat, I take each of his short thrusts, smiling in wonder at how fucking good this feels!
I drop down to my back and he covers me again, his movements turning slow and deep as he continues to ride me.
My pussy is a weeping mess, electrified and aching, wondering how much more it can take when his breaths turn deep and heavy. I can feel the shift, a groan rising in his throat as he presses his cheek against mine and starts to pick up his pace again.
His hips jerk with deep, fast movements just before he lets out a strangled groan and releases inside me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close as he orgasms on top of me.
He feels divine, his muscles quaking, his heart hammering.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I close my eyes, reveling in his heartbeat, kissing his shoulder and clinging to him.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to move again.” His voice softly rumbles in my ear, and I can’t help giggling in reply.
He pushes into me, grinding our hips together so I can’t laugh him right out of me.
