For a moment, he forgot to breath. “Why?” He couldn’t see any possible reason for her to dream about him. They’d barely said a few words in passing. They had different philosophies. They were from completely different countries and time periods.
She ran her hand through his hair, sending hot need racing down his back. “Because something about you calls to me.”
“Like a moth to a flame?”He quirked his lip up.
She shook her head. “No. Like the flower turns to the sun or a river seeks the ocean. I can’t explain it any other way.”
Was that why he’d chosen her to work with? Was there an unconscious need on his part as well, and he simply didn’t recognize it? It was something to ponder, but not now. Not while he had her in his arms.
“Kiss me.” Joy’s breathless words were more acommand than a request, and he was happy to comply.
Taking her lips with his again, he swept his tongue between them and tasted her.
She grasped him tighter as her tongue played with his, retreating then beckoning, at once submissive yet dominant and everything in between. That was Joy.
He held her as long as he could, enjoying her mouth with his own, but his cock had been denied too longand demanded attention. Last time he had her, he couldn’t wait, but this time it was her choice, her speed.
He broke their kiss and pulled himself away to rest his back against the monolith shading them. He grasped her hands and pulled her to a sitting position, her knees bent over his calves.
She smiled. “You read my mind.”
Happy to have pleased her, he opened his arms. “Do with me as yewill, lass.”
Her gaze softened before she scooted herself up onto his legs, her moisture leaving a light sheen on one of thighs. His hard cock stood up between them, but she made no move to lower herself onto it. Instead, she leaned forward and took one of his nipples between her lips and sucked.
The fission went from his chest to his groin at lightning speed, and he sucked in his breath. Herteeth rolled his nipple before biting it lightly. Schitz, if she kept that up, he’d never last.
Maybe she needed a bit more encouragement. He moved his hand to the moisture between her legs and flicked her barbell with his finger.
“Oh.” She rose up.
That little piece of jewelry would be his saving grace. As she leaned in to play with his other nipple, he flicked the barbell again. Again, shecame off his lap and let go of him.
She stared at him a moment, trying to figure out what he wanted.
“I need ye, woman.” He barely kept the growl from his voice.
She gave him an impish smile before rising up above him. “Now?”
Her innocent look was in stark contrast to her hardened nipples and her flushed cheeks.
“Aye, now.” Despite the urge, he kept his hip from thrusting upward, forcinghimself to remain in place as her moist opening covered his tip.
He set his jaw, determined to let her find her own pace. Luckily, Joy was as excited as he was.
Slowly, she glided down the length of him until she was fully seated. She angled her pelvis toward him, bringing her luscious breast to his face.
The invitation was too blatant to resist, and he latched on to the hard nipple and sucked.He grasped her nub between his teeth and held it, forcing her to pull against him when she rocked away. That she liked it was obvious in her tightening sheath.
“Oh yes.” Joy grasped his shoulders as she rocked her hips back and forth grinding against him.
Soon she was lost to the sensations of her barbell rubbing against him and her clit while he stayed still, letting her take her pleasureas she liked.
At her yell, he had to let go of her breast to clench his jaw, determined to let her have her complete fulfillment. There was something about watching a woman exploding with ecstasy around him that he’d always found to be the most intimate of situations.
She at her most vulnerable, and he basking in her pleasure, glorying in his ability to give her that. To have the experiencewith Joy was…unexpected. Doubt crept into his mind, trying to steal these few blissful moments, so he shoved it aside.
Joy fell against him, her head on his shoulder, her breathing rough.
