Her breathing was still unsteady, as was his own. Still locked deep inside her, he flexed his hips, enjoying the fluttering little pulses of aftershocks that coursed through her. He was still hard, a miracle after that soul deep orgasm she’d just pulled from him, and ready for round two. He doubted he’d ever get enough of this woman. Warmth bloomed somewhere in his chest, a sensation he hadn’t let himself feel in nearly five years.
Rocking into her gently, slowly, he reveled in the way her head tossed back, and her throat arched, her red painted lips falling open in a gasp that was the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
She was a goddess. And he was going to worship her.
Dropping his head to her chest, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue laving the piercing, suckling, nipping with his teeth. First one, then the other, he gave equal and fervent attention to each breast, until she was once again a writhing, moaning mess beneath him.
Nothing he’d ever imagined, nothing he’d ever dreamed, could compare to the woman beneath him, wrapped so tightly around him, taking him deeper than he’d thought possible.
Her fingers scraped against his back as she wrapped one arm around his side, then slid, palm flat, down his back to his ass. Releasing her nipple, he raised his head and pressed his mouth to hers, sinking his tongue between her lips even as he continued to rock against her, pulling out then slowly sinking back in.
Rising up, he tugged her to the edge of the tall bed, making her squeak in surprise. Standing at the edge of the bed, her legs draped over the side of the mattress, he reached down and clasped one ankle in his hand, still wrapped in the straps of the heels she wore. Resting her heel against his chest, he kissed the soft inside of her knee, allowing his mouth to follow the line up to her ankle, then did the same for the other foot, until both rested against his shoulders as he stared down at her, repose on her back on the bed before him, her dark curls a tousled mess of a halo around her head.
Dropping his hand between her thighs, he circled her clit with his thumb, making her clamp that lower lip between her teeth, her eyelids dropping closed. Pinching her clit, he demanded roughly, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She did as he instructed, opening desire heavy lids, watching him with those deep sapphire blue eyes. Sinking into her again, he growled a warning when her lids dropped shut.
He let his hands drift down the tops of her legs until he could grab handfuls of her thighs where they met her hips, his fingers curling into the soft inner part of her thighs. Her ankles propped on either side of his head on his shoulders, those sexy heels still in place. Using the hands clasped tight on the meaty part of her upper thighs as leverage, he began to move again, slow at first, but it wasn’t long before he was pounding into her. She grabbed handfuls of the bedsheet beneath her as she cried out, her head thrashing wildly.
Possessiveness choked him as he stared down at her as she took everything he gave her. His gaze dropped to where they were connected, watched as her body took all of him to the root, felt it as she squeezed the life out of him. He’d make her forget that motherfucker had ever touched her. He’d wipe him from her mind, her body, her heart, her fucking soul. She belonged tohim.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. She was too sexy, too hot, too tight… Fuck.
His fingers were tight on her thighs as he slammed into her, and he loosened his hold slightly, worried that he may bruise her, before she moaned brokenly, “N-no, don’t stop. Don’t let go. I’m going to come again,o-oh god, Kasey…”
Too far gone to form coherent words, he used his body to tell her what he couldn’t say. The backs of her thighs and ass slapped against the front of his hips and he tightened his fingers around the thickest, prettiest thighs he’d ever seen as she fell apart in his arms again, squeezing the life out of his cock as he slammed into her, his hips jolting as he felt his orgasm rippling down his spine, drawing his balls tight. Each pulse of her pussy around him matched his own as he emptied every drop inside her with a guttural groan.
His legs shook, his heart pounded in his chest, and her breathing was a ragged pant in the darkness of the room as they came down. Her thighs trembled where they rested against his abdomen, and he turned his head to press a kiss to the inside of her ankle, before using shaking fingers to release the tiny clasp on each ankle, tossing the sexy heels to the floor behind him.
Bracing his hands on either side of her on the bed, he leaned over her, lowering his head so he could trail his mouth down the groove between her breasts, and he was delighted when goosebumps broke out along her skin, making her nipples pebble deliciously. She reached out and grabbed hold of his head, sinking her fingers into his hair and tugging his mouth to her nipple.
“You insatiable wench,” he chuckled, but obliged, groaning against her skin. She hummed in appreciation when his tongue circled her, playing with the piercing. “You taste so good.”
“I think I’m dead,” she whispered shakily, tossing her head against the sheet even as his mouth continued to tease and suckle her breasts. “I’ve died and gone to orgasm heaven.”
He laughed out loud, leaning up and pressing his mouth to hers once more before finally levering himself up enough to pull out of her. “Don’t move,” he warned, then disappeared into the bathroom. He came back with a damp cloth and caught her knees when she made to close them. “Let me take care of you, darlin’.”
Throwing one arm over her eyes, she sighed heavily and let him open her thighs. Pumped full of his cum, it leaked out of her.What a sight, he thought with a silent roar of pride before he lowered the cloth to her. He smiled lightly when she groaned at the first pass of the warm, damp cloth against her sex. Washing her gently, knowing without asking that she had to be sore, he took extra care with every inch of her before standing to toss the washcloth into the bathroom.
Returning to the bed, he lowered his frame to it and gathered her against him as she yawned, pressing her face into his chest. Stroking her hair, he chuckled then, coming up with a crystal studded hair pin in his fingers.
“I forgot about those,” she mumbled around another yawn, nuzzling her face into him. Leisurely, his fingers sifted through the mess of curls until he found all of the sparkly pins, setting them on the nightstand beside the bed. She moaned when his fingers massaged her scalp, and he chuckled again. Her arm was draped over his body, her fingers drawing small circles on his ribs on his opposite side. “I like how it sounds when you laugh like this.”
How had this maddening woman so irrevocably stolen his heart with so little effort?
Nuzzling the top of her head, he spread his other hand over the naked expanse of her back as he murmured, “Glad you think so.”
“I’m going to be dead in the morning, if I live that long,” she whispered against his skin.
“Why’s that?”
“I’m the maid of honor and I ran out of my sister’s wedding before the send-off to have hot hate sex with you. She’s going to kill me. Or my parents. Whoever finds me first.”
“Hot hate sex?” he asked, tilting her chin up. “Do you hate me?”
“Sometimes,” she whispered through the dim light of the room, and the honesty made his chest ache. “You’re mean to me a lot of the time.”
“I didn’t know you and Tommy had split,” he murmured gently, searching her dark sapphire eyes with his own. “I would never have been that rude if I’d known.”
