She reached behind her, bracing and balancing herself while arching her back. His hands dropped to her waist, and he lifted her hips slightly, then slid her panties to the side.
Ohhh.
His cock slid inside of her, and she sucked in a deep breath, digging the pads of her fingers into his knees. She realized quickly that in her position, she controlled the tempo of fucking. As fast or as slow as she wanted it. Though, Wraith was a little demanding. He gripped her ass, urging her forward to take all of him. And she did.
She slowly rocked over his cock, feeling every inch of him stretch her in the most pleasurable way. Cleo dropped her head back when he clasped one hand over her throat and dragged his other hand down past her breasts to her stomach. She expected him to do the same move again, but Wraith lowered his hand between her legs and slid the pad of his finger over her clit.
Cleo jerked at the sensitive spike in sensation. She gasped and swiveled her hips faster, and Wraith in turn met her movements, teasing her with his finger. It was almost too much to take. She pushed forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and slid up and down over his cock, essentially riding him. She was sure this time would be different, and they’d both last a little longer.
Apparently not.
Cleo was hit with her orgasm like a freight train at maximum speed. She tightened her grip, hoping she wasn’t suffocating him, at the same time she was chasing her peak.
“Don’t stop.”
I’m so damn close.
Wraith grabbed her ass, quickening his pace, and within seconds he was sending her over the edge, screaming his name.
“Wraith!”
It seemed to have been a trigger for him, because he followed quickly after pounding inside her and groaning in her ear, digging his fingers in her ass as his body jerked harder.
Fucking amazing!
****
Wraith rolled onto his back, throwing his arm over his eyes. The sunlight coming through the curtains was blinding. In his room at the clubhouse, he had one window facing the woods and used black-out shades. Cleo had her blinds open with a flowy white curtain only magnifying the light. He dropped his arm behind his head and braced for the brightness.
When he looked over to the other side of the bed, it was empty.
Where the fuck did she go?
He put on his jeans and walked out to the living room. There was soft music playing in the background when he turned the corner. Cleo was standing at the counter in front of the coffee machine swaying her hips. The corner of his mouth curled. This was a view he could get used to. Her in the kitchen after waking up beside him after a long night of fucking.
Wraith hadn’t planned on taking her to bed last night. Hell, he didn’t even think he’d stay over. His only reason for stopping by was to check on her. And of course, he had his own selfish reasons. His obsession with Cleo was long standing, but it had only grown stronger since claiming her.
She turned to the fridge and froze when she met his stare.
“Hi.”
He lifted his chin. “Hey.”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Would’ve been better if you’d kept your ass in that bed this morning.”
Her soft chuckle echoed through the room, and her cheeks pinkened. “I wanted to wake up early so I could make you breakfast before you leave.”
I ain’t going anywhere.
Wraith cocked his brow. “Kicking me out?”
“No, I just figured you’d have stuff to do.”
He dropped his gaze over her body. Little did she know Cleo was his only plan for the day. And night.
“I’ll check in with the club, but I got no plans on going anywhere.”
