Early Monday morning, I woke to a hot guy nuzzling my neck.
I turned in his arms, murmuring a drowsy, “Baby.”
He tipped up my chin and didn’t bother with preliminaries.
He took my mouth in a deep kiss.
I melted into him, but even so, Battle slid a hand between my legs, cupping me there. Using his hold, he yanked me forcefully so I was plastered to his body and had no choice but to hook a leg over his hip.
I was rewarded for this first by the rush of wet it caused between my legs, and second, with deeper kisses and his fingers wreaking delicious torture on my clit and in my pussy.
Once he had me whimpering into his mouth and pumping against his fingers, they glided away, only for something bigger, thicker, harder and much, much better to take their place when he slipped his cock inside me.
He also stopped kissing me.
But with his hand fisted in my hair at my nape, his eyes held mine all the while our lips brushed, our labored breaths mingled, my hands clutched his back, my nails digging in, and he thrust inside me.
The look in his eyes was carnal, sinful, downright diabolic, possessive, assertive and demanding.
Yeah.
All that.
It was fucking amazing.
And the hold he had on my hair pretty much meant I couldn’t move anything but my hands, which felt illicit and crazy exciting.
So yeah, that was fucking amazing too.
Therefore, when he slid his free hand between us and toyed playfully with my clit, I came apart.
“Battle, baby,” I breathed, rocking my hips to try to get more of him.
“As I said,” he growled, “greedy.”
He pinched my clit.
I exploded.
His mouth took mine so he could consume my orgasm that way as well.
Talk about greedy.
When it was done, he rolled us so I was on my back. He came up on his knees but rested back on his ankles, dragging my ass up his rough thighs to keep our connection. He wrapped my legs around his hips and grasped mine, slamming me into him as he slammed into me.
I was still panting, my breasts bouncing, as he watched me with that lethally hot look on his face, then he dropped his gaze to my body, our connection, and he watched himself take me.
Seriously.
If I thought the look on his face was carnal before, I was wrong.
That look was carnal.
It was so hot, the pressure built up inside me again, and I almost lost it, but then he shifted his hips, adjusted his angle and banged against the spot. So with a deep moan and long whimper, my second orgasm surged through me.
I heard his grunting, felt his pounding come stronger, faster, and I pushed myself out of swimming through the depths of pleasure so I could watch when his handsome head snapped back, the muscles and veins in his neck straining, as he drove into me repeatedly through his climax.
He gentled his thrusts, his fingers moving tenderly over my thighs, his gaze never leaving me.
