Her name was a warning. A warning she happily ignored as she pulled the top of his briefs down and took out his cock. God, he was huge. And right now, he was all hers.
She wrapped her lips around his tip, only to have him growl again as his back arched off the bed. She moved her lips up and down his length as she wrapped her fingers around the base, sucking and licking. Tasting.
Every sound he made, every growl and moan, combined with those flickers of movement, made the throbbing in her lower belly intensify. She wanted more. She wanted to drive him as wild for her as she always seemed to be for him.
She ran her tongue over his tip before sucking, her palm moving up and down the base of his cock in a rhythmic motion. His growls became louder, his fingers wrapping around her upper arms and tightening.
Suddenly, those strong fingers tugged her up.
“Eastern,” she gasped, but that was all she got out before her panties were torn off and the shirt tugged over her head. She was flipped onto her back, then he was between her thighs, his fingers moving over her clit.
“You destroy me, Sadie.”
She sucked in a sharp breath before his lips crashed to hers.
When his fingers dipped inside her, she arched into him. “Eastern.”
“So fucking wet for me.”
“Now,” she whispered.
Another deep, primal growl, then he pushed inside her. She opened her mouth to cry out, but his lips once again found hers, silencing her ecstasy as his tongue swept inside her mouth, tangling with hers. She groaned as he moved in long, deep thrusts.
When his mouth moved from hers, she wanted to tug him back. But those lips shifted from her cheek to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before he sucked.
She grabbed his shoulders, digging with her fingers, sure she was breaking skin but unable to stop. It was like she was in a haze of Eastern. He was all she could feel and breathe. He was everywhere, and she was drowning in him but didn’t want to come up for air.
He nibbled on her neck, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, while all she could do was hang on. She wrapped a leg around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. Lifting her hips, taking him deeper.
When he cupped her breast, she pushed into him, a shudder running down her spine as he rolled her nipple. He did it again and again, and God, she was on fire, every inch of her.
She trailed her fingers up to his head and threaded them through the locks of his hair, where she tugged and pulled, desperately trying to anchor herself.
His mouth moved to a sensitive spot behind her ear while he pinched her nipple, and that was all it took to send her toppling over the edge. She fell, shattering below him as he kept pumping and swiping and sucking. As he continued to thrum her aching breast until finally, with his head nuzzling into her shoulder, he broke along with her.
Three more thrusts and then they were both still. For a moment, it felt like all they could do was breathe.
When he finally lifted his head, he looked at her like she was the center of his world. Like it was him and her and there was nothing that could stand between them.
Then he cursed under his breath.
She frowned at him. “What?”
“I didn’t use anything.”
A small smile curved her lips. “I’m on the pill.”
“At least one of us was thinking.”
She chuckled.
“This is probably a bit late to ask,” he said, his chest moving quickly, “but are you sure you’re okay?”
Despite her still-racing heart, she laughed. “Yeah, I’m okay. Guess that doctor was right, dehydration, food poisoning and alcohol are not a good mix.”
Relief rolled through him. “Good. You had me worried last night.”
“You don’t need to worry about me.”
