Really good.
“You can move,” I told him softly, stroking his back.
“You sure?”
I loved that he wanted me to be totally sure, even though he was clearly using a lot of control to stop himself from thrusting.
“Yes.”
Baird began to withdraw slowly, his teeth gritting as I gasped at the pleasurable drag of his cock against my inner muscles.
“Good?”
I made a mewing sound as my nails dug in again, my thighs tensing against his hips. “Don’t stop.”
He gave an experimental thrust and my back arched with the sensation. I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my hips against his.
“Jesus.” Baird gripped my right hip to hold me down. “I’ll blow if you start fucking me from the bottom.”
“Then speed up,” I pleaded. “Harder. Faster.”
“Don’t need to ask me twice, beautiful.” He pushed up onto his knees, gripping my arse in his strong hold to lift it off the bed.
“What the—ahh!”
He drove into me, harder, faster, just as I’d asked.
And the way he held me I couldn’t do anything but take it, to watch him taking me.
It was the sexiest moment of my goddamn life.
Baird’s gaze swept over me like he didn’t know where to look next. My face, my breasts as they trembled against his drives, between my thighs where his cock pushed in and out. No man had ever looked at me like this during sex. Like he wanted to eat me alive.
It made me feel powerful.
Beautiful.
And strangely safe.
Seeing his eyes flare every time I whimpered in pleasure, I let my cries out. Will had always asked me to keep it down during sex because of his neighbors.
But I naturally wanted to be loud.
Loud was hot.
Baird thought so too, his drives quicker and harder as my cries of pleasure grew in volume.
“Come, My!” he gasped out. “Come for me. Fuck, I’ve dreamed of you coming for me.”
That was it.
The final trigger.
The tension inside of me shattered, and I was aware of how tight my pussy muscles throbbed around Baird’s cock because the sensation prolonged my climax. But mostly I was trying to process the mind-blowing experience of the best orgasm of my life. Because of that, I almost missed Baird’s reaction.
His eyes and nostrils flared as his grip on me loosened with a “Fuck! Me!” Then I felt the pulse of his cock as he released into the condom.
Baird’s hips jerked and shuddered and then he collapsed over me, his face in my neck, his hands coasting absentmindedly over my breasts, squeezing roughly as his hips continued to shake against mine.
