Claiming me.
The way I wanted to claim her.Ownher.
Another tilt of the hips and I could do it, lodge myself inside. It wouldn’t be my fault any more than hers. We’d get carried away, break some rules. Who could blame us, when shit had gotten so hot so fast? Who could blame me when she looked like the pure, wild sex of my fantasies?
Her hand reached into my pants, ran around the side and tightened on my ass, pushing me closer.
“Fuck. Don’t do this to me, Christa.”
Her hips rose and fell, then made a long slow circle, grinding us together hard.
“Do what?”
“Push me too far. Make me lose it.”
Another teasing press and a low sound, from deep in her throat. Like a laugh, only darker. I glanced at her face.
“You’re gonna make me come.”
“I want you to come.” She lifted her torso to rub her tits to my chest, the sound of nipples rasping through hair loud in this quiet room.
“On your pussy.”
“Okay.” Her eyes widened and she gave a little nod, setting something off inside me.
I thrust against her half a dozen times before her hand tightened. “Hang on.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you sit? On the edge, here?”
Breathing ragged, I nodded, maneuvered a little awkwardly, with my waistband around my thighs, and got to a place where I could pull my pants down farther and sit. She slid to her knees on the floor and my mouth dropped open.
“Fuck me.”
“Let me suck you first.”
I didn’t bother correcting her. It didn’t matter if she thought I’d meant it as an order. All that mattered was that she leaned in and kissed the crown of my dick, the way I’d kissed her pussy before. Like it was my mouth. My vision went kaleidoscopic. Jagged pieces scattered around the room—flame from the candles, the glint of her hair, her eyes, and that mouth.
“Yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah. Suck me hard.”
As if my words set a match to her fuse, she put her mouth around me, tightened, and did what I asked.
“Holy mother of God.” First saying grace, now praying. This woman brought religion right back into my life. “Harder.”
I was dying to sink my hands into her hair, to hold her tight, maybe drag her closer. Instead, needing some kind of control, I set them on my knees, and held on.
Down and up, once, twice, so deep I felt the back of her throat. My fingers flexed of their own volition.
Tighter, her mouth worked me, one of her slender hands fisting the root of my cock. Her eyes met mine.
“I’m close.”
She looked to the side and focused on my twitching hand as she suckled the tip of my erection. “Do it.”
I gave her a dark look, pretended not to understand.
“Put your hand in my hair.” Her voice was raspy, her breath hot on my dick. “I like it when you’re pushy.” Her teeth raked a hot trail down one side, then up the next, followed by her tongue. She stayed there, licking my balls, suckling slowly like we had all night. Which we didn’t.
