‘In my wallet.’He pulled back, digging around in his clothes, as she slid out of her jeans and boots, and in moments she heard the rip, the rustle as he rolled the condom over himself like an expert.
Then he faced her.
His quads were hard and unrelenting before her, but the erection pressing up from below those tight abs was even harder.Hell’s bells, it was beautiful.
She pushed towards him, rubbing herself against him in desperation, eliciting a growl from deep inside his chest.He grabbed her hips to stop the motion, yet her hands had to touch and explore everything about him.
How warm, how smooth and strong were his shoulders, as she delighted in the details of his body.He was a gift, that gloriously masculine surprise of muscle and heat, making her desire for skin on skin a necessity.
‘Let me.’The pads of his fingers may have been hard, but they were soft in their touch, the attentiveness and care as he lowered her panties down her legs.How they trailed up her inner thighs, leaving her a trembling mess, singeing every nerve ending in their trail to the junction between her legs.
There she bucked.
‘Shhh…’ His voice was in her ear, his breath hot, his lips even hotter, as his fingers worked their magic.His muscled chest heaved, rising and falling in time with hers, but his fingers moved to their own rhythm.Exploring her folds, unbuttoning her insides, to help her fall apart.Her body bucked as he curled his fingers around to press right into that one spot.
‘Holy hellish hotcakes…’ Her head fell back, as the breath rushed out of her lungs and the stars crept in from behind closed eyelids.
Suddenly, he was inside.And the sensations collided and overwhelmed her, her nerves snapped and zinged.His hands on her hips, pulling her down onto him, so much deeper than expected, elicited a gasp.As he grinned.
But then his mouth crashed onto hers again, and he swallowed her screams, her nails pressing into his back, her hips pumping like she owned him.Everything clenched.Her legs.Her core.
Her hands pulled his hair, clutching him closer as the vibrations racked her body, while his fantastic fingers lapped at her, drawing out another orgasm for an insanely long time.
She didn’t know she was screaming, or that she could come that hard, for that long a time that her mind and soul had left the building.
Feathering kisses along her jaw, he tenderly played with one breast, her skin so sensitive, as her heart finally found its rhythm again.She’d gone over the edge, to that place where self-restraint didn’t exist.
He then sat on the bed, his powerful arms lifting her, making her straddle him, and she was powerless to stop him.
Porter was in control.No doubt about that.His movements were confident, steady, authoritative, but his touch gentle.She shivered, watching him take her with total command.His eyes darted all over her naked body, like he couldn’t choose which part of her he liked the most or wanted to touch or kiss.
Somehow, it only made her feel more powerful and more beautiful.Where, for the first time, she found herself in control of an uncontrollable situation.
She gripped his shoulders, her feet took position on his sides, and she rode him, like he was the best damned ride of her life.The full, long beautiful length, up and deliciously down, forcing him to grow each time.
Oh, how his groans deepened, travelling through to her chest, making her work harder.Slapping his hands away every time he tried to take control.‘Uh-uh, cowboy, this is my ride.’
Nothing had ever felt so good as grinding onto him, watching his eyes roll back, that mouth slacken open.How his thick neck moved as he tried to swallow, and how his hips shifted to meet hers, seating himself so much deeper, she could feel him throbbing inside.
His thrusts slowed at the pace she allowed, watching the way he watched himself dragging out before sliding back in, completely lost in the look and feel of their coupling.
Then his lips found hers, one hand to the back of her head, kissing her, while his fingers trailed across her hip bones as they slowly moved against each other.
He snarled, hissed even, only to bite down on her shoulder and shoved himself deep inside.Surprisingly, his fingers were again at her sensitive bud, and she was no longer in control.He was.
And the pace he set was punishing.
Suddenly, he flipped her over, slapping her palms on the bed, and making her back up to him, and entered her with such force she arched her back, hearing her own voice echoing off the cell walls.
With his hands on her hips, he became the driving force that sent her blind.That quickly, again, the orgasm crashed down over her.But this time, his deep sexy hard and hot groan went with her, and he jerked inside her, to then become still, and collapse onto her back, softly kissing her shoulder blades.
He turned her around, dragging her into a hug, as their breaths slowed down and so too their heartbeats.
Amara didn’t know what to say without ruining this one perfect moment of peace.
Porter shifted beside her, exhaling slowly, as he brushed a knuckle down her arm, tracing a path that made her shiver.
Then—his police radio crackled to life.
