“Now we fuck, of course.”
He plunged both hands into her hair and growled softly, nipping at her lips, then he took her mouth hard, and pressed her into the wall with his body. She grasped his arms, running her hands over the muscles there.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he said, his voice low and quiet.
“I like a man who can give it to me,” she panted.
“Oh, I'll give it to you,” he growled, sounding so supremely confident she couldn’t help but think she was in for the time of her life. Some small part of her wondered if she was dooming herself to measure all males by Canyon Wheeling from now on and find them lacking. How could anyone compare with this male?
For the first time, his hands found her small breasts, and he murmured soft approval while alternating rough and tender kisses to her lips. He cupped her breasts through her shirt, weighing them with his palms, then thumbing her nipples and making her pant. She dug her fingernails into his arms and kissed him back, barely able to get a breath, surviving on lust instead.
His hands went under her shirt and he moved too fast, ripping the seams around her shoulder. She broke the kiss to see fabric flapping.
“My shirt,” she panted.
“My bad. I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, his breath tickling her ear.
“I’ll have to leave here with it ripped.”
“I’ll fuck you into a stupor then have a new one delivered. You won’t even remember it happened.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. He made that shit sound good. “I got it at Nordstrom.”
“Nordstrom.” He took her mouth roughly again and ripped the shirt all the way off her, revealing a simple white bra underneath, with sheer lacy fabric hemming her stiff nipples.
“Beautiful” he growled, then dipped his head to nip at her. She plunged one hand into his hair, directing him, until he shook it off and kissed her mouth again, again, then picked her up straddling him, and carried her down the hallway toward the door, backing her into it. He kissed her expertly with one arm tucked behind the small of her back and somehow slotted the keycard at the same time.
Beep. The lock disengaged and the door opened. Sage spilled in the room, with full confidence that Canyon had her. He held her to his body and walked her through the doorway, then dropped the keycard on a table. The door snicked shut. He twirled her deep into the darkened room where she shrugged her purse off her shoulder and let it fall to the floor. They kissed softly, and he moved them slowly, step by step, past a dining area, into a living area, to an L-shaped couch, making her feel as if her feet barely touched the floor.
At the couch, he turned and sat at the end of it, laying down along its length, pulling her down to straddle his beast through his pants. She ground against it and kissed his neck. Time stopped. The world stopped. All that existed were the two of them in that room, and their bare skin, kissing and touching.
‘Thud. Thud.’ She turned to see what the noise had been. His boots were off and laying on the floor. He kneaded her hips with his big hands, then he dipped in to knead her inner thighs, then pulled her tight onto him, grinding her from below. She returned to his mouth to taste his sweet kiss again, kissing and plying him with her tongue. He forced his hands between them and lifted her up, unzipping his pants, then he yanked and shimmied them off. She broke the kiss and moved to the side.
There it was. The beast.
Her hands fluttered to it right away. It was iron-like, yet soft and velvety, thick and long. “Oooooh,” she breathed, running her hands lightly up and down it.
“Uuuuuh,’ he bit out, one his hand grasping her thigh, the other grabbing the side of the couch. His eyes closed, and his hips rose into her hands. Sage tightened her hold on it, then gave it a few good strokes. Canyon growled like a wolf on the hunt, long and resonant, making Sage squeeze his cock in instinctual fear. His growl stuttered, then strengthened, and Sage’s body responded, throbbing. His hands went to the button on her jeans, and he helped her take her pants off, then her panties.
With one arm, he held her to his chest and kissed her thoroughly, and the other hand stole its way down her body, squeezing and kneading and massaging. He worked her thighs with his big hands, moving slowly, slowly. She leaned and put him squarely where she wanted him. He smiled into their kiss and explored her tenderly, until she was internally begging. He probed inside her and she fucked his finger until he added another, and another, and then he withdrew and pressed against her clit. Sage stilled his hand and rubbed against him only a few times and then she came like an explosion. Her hips thrust forward and she cried out, digging her nails into his flesh. Somehow, he kept pressure on her, while slipping hisfingers back inside her, and she arched into the pleasure, her body tightening and releasing until she sagged.
“Sexy,” he said.
She panted into his chest, feeling wrung out. He gave her a moment to breathe, then he pulled her back down on top of him, his thick cock trapped between them. She writhed on him, slick and throbbing. He centered her, then glided her hips forward and back, pressing all her most tender parts against him, then in one move, he pinned her hands to her side, flicked down then up, and he thrust partway inside her, watching her face.
He was too big and it hurt! She cried out and raised up, her body clenching.
He stilled, releasing her hands and pulling out, his eyes big. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin—”
She followed him with hips, trying to keep the tip a couple inches inside her. “No, but… it’s been a while and you’re kinda big.”
He grunted. “I’m average.”
“Average my ass.”
He grinned. “Your ass is exceptional.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Don’t move.”
