He grabbed her hips in his big, strong hands, pulling her down hard against him, and kept up the rocking motion. Slick skin razed against hard. Wet, sultry heat bathed hot, rigid flesh. And his kiss? It was enough to make her head spin.
The way Ozzie used his body, the way he put everything he had into lovemaking, was truly spectacular. Nothing was off-limits. He took direction and gave it with equal fervor. And before long, her orgasm built to a fever pitch.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered, pushing up so she could increase the friction, the pace of her hips sawing over his, her sex sliding over his.
“Yes, come, sweetheart. Let me watch.”
Her head fell back on her shoulders. She cupped her breasts, lifting their aching weight, lightly pinching her nipples.
Ozzie made a low, growling noise of approval. When she glanced down at him, his blue eyes blazed through the dark like laser beams. His jaw was gritted, and the tendons in his neck stood out as he watched her fondle herself.
“Help me,” she whimpered, her orgasm so close. So very close. But she couldn’t…quite…get…there. “Oh!” she cried out when the callused pad of his thumb worked between her swollen lips to rasp over the hard knot of nerves at the top of her sex.
That was all she needed. Her climax burst through her like Independence Day fireworks. Just detonation after detonation. Boom, boom, BOOM!
* * *
Samantha collapsed against him, vestiges of her orgasm making her shake.
Amazing. That was the only word he had to describe her. She was so utterly uninhibited.
He had been with a lot of women, probably more than his fair share. But he had never been with a woman who sought pleasure and gave pleasure with equal abandon.
Watching her ride his cock without ever taking him into herself had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life. And holding off against the slick, fantastic friction had taken every last ounce of his self-control.
He was so hard, quivering with the need to come.
“I need to be in you.” He pulled her hair from the side of her face and whispered in her ear. “Samantha, I need to be in you so badly.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed her approval, putty in his arms as he flipped her over until he was above her.
Her thighs clamped around his hips. Her heels dug into the back of his legs, egging him on. And her wet, welcoming sex was so tempting that he almost threw caution to the wind and plunged into her scorching heat.
But good sense and chivalry won out in the end. He shook with the effort to get a condom on. And then he shook with the effort to go slowly when he slid his burning, aching length inside her.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, dragging his head down for a long, lazy kiss.
And that was the understatement of the millennium. He felt great, even though the muscles in his thigh twitched with pain, even though his heart pounded so fast, his chest ached, even though he was so hard, the skin of his dick stretched and stung.
“Fuck me, Ozzie,” she instructed, her hands in his hair, her hips arching into him. “Fuck me until I come again.”
And he did. In a slow, sensual dance, he rebuilt her passion while, with jaw gritted, he staved off his own. When he finally felt her clench around him, he cried out her name, letting himself go in long, endless, body-shaking spurts. And afterward, he slept a dreamless, peaceful sleep.
It was the first time he had done that in longer than he could remember.
* * *
Samantha came awake in the most delicious way.
Ozzie’s big body spooned her. His lips nibbled the nape of her neck. And his fingers toyed with her nipple.
“Mmm,” she hummed, stretching and smiling when she felt his erection throbbing insistently against her bottom. “What are you up to?” And was that her voice? She’d never sounded so sexy, so purr-y before. She dug it.
Apparently Ozzie did too. He flexed his hips. “I’m working on my night moves,” he whispered, nipping her earlobe and making her toes curl.
“First Bruce Springsteen and now Bob Seger? Look at you branching out beyond eighties hair bands.” She snaked a hand beneath the covers to find his warm hip. Running her fingers down his muscled thigh, careful of his scars, she reveled in the crinkly man-hair that tickled her fingertips.
“I’m no one-trick pony,” he assured her, rubbing his hardness against her in a slow thrust and retreat.
