Her hands clamp onto my shoulders. “This is stupid.”
“Absolutely.” When my view shifts to her luscious lips, her nostrils flare.
“And reckless.”
“No argument.” Tired of dancing around, I crush my mouth to hers.
Her moan is all the invitation I need. My tongue thrusts deep. All in, she sucks hard. While her fingernails dig into my biceps, I grip her hips. Fearing this moment is but a dream, I don’t dare let go.
Panting, she breaks away, cupping my face. “Tell me to stop.”
Someone groans. Probably me. “Not now, Flygirl. We're way past go. About to collect two hundred dollars.”
Concerned eyes search mine. “Are you sure you want this?”
God, she’s killing me.“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
“You’ve been sending mixed signals since we met. Just want to be sure you won’t regret it in the morning.” When she giggles, I realize I’ve been had.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you minx.” Blowing in her ear, I tug her closer. Under the thin cotton, her breasts brush against my chest.
When her soaked core grinds against my swollen, throbbing dick, the sweet pressure becomes unbearable.
I moan. “Slow down, babe.” Worried Mount Vesuvius might erupt, I lift her off my lap to my knees.
Kisses trail downward to her breasts where I suck through the fabric until her nipples harden.
“Kade.” She lifts her arms, my cue to strip off her top.
Pert, taut and pink, her perfect size Bs lay ready to plunder. As I palm one with my left hand, I slip my other to her heat.
“Fuck me.” Those granny panties I grabbed in a panic? Dripping wet.
The demanding ache below my waistband intensifies the moment I slip them over her butt cheeks. Somehow, between gasps, my brain still manages to spark.
“Condom.”
Pupils wide, lips swollen, her gaze meets mine. “Tested. No sex since the ex. On birth control. You?”
“Clean.” My voice shakes. “I’ve never gone bareback before.”
“Virgin, huh?” Her legs wrap around my waist.
“Mmm.” Trembling, not from nerves but from the gift she offers, I stand. “Bedroom.”
We make it as far as the hallway until frenzied, hungry kisses block our progress.
Centers of her eyes black, she tugs my pants to the floor. “Now, Marine.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Skin to skin for the first time in my life, I gasp as her body accepts my thick girth.
Slow for now, my hands rub up and down her silky back as her pointed nipples massage my chest.
When I hit her sweet spot, she shivers, then bucks. Like everything between us, the act becomes a challenge. I thrust deeper, pressing my body against hers until she’s pinned to the wall.
“What you do to me, Flygirl.” Tight, gorgeous ass under my arms, I hoist her higher, so I can carry her the last few steps to the bedroom.
Separation not an option, I lay us on the mattress, our naked bodies pressed tight. Slipping a hand between us, my finger finds her wet core. Her go button is so swollen, so ready, I simply press, and she explodes with a scream.
