His hands were everywhere as he pulled her blouse from her skirt. “I hope you’re not a fan of this shirt,” he said before gripping the front with both hands and tearing it nearly in half from the collar to the middle of her waist. Destiny gasped. Not in outrage that her top was now ruined, she had plenty more tops. She had just never seen Mike so forceful before. He was holding nothing back and she loved it.
Mike finished ripping it the rest of the way off and stared down at her chest. Only a lacy teal-blue bra was covering her chest now. Feeling like a siren of old, Destiny reached back and unclasped her bra. She did like this one. With her breasts free she arched back, gifting him with the perfect view of her hard dusky nipples seeking his attention.
“Damn,” Mike uttered a curse she couldn’t hear before palming her sensitive breasts. Destiny groaned, arching further into his touch. Each stroke over her nipples sent a tidal wave of sensation to her groin.
She couldn’t wait any more. Destiny tore at his pants, fumbling a few times as her hands shook, trying to unsnap the button. She’d never taken a man’s pants off before and the angle was difficult to get slack between the denim and button to get it lose.
Mike arched his hips when she groaned in frustration. Finally. She tore his pants open, his cock spilling free. He was already hard and ready.
Mike pushed his jeans the rest of the way off and sat down on her couch. His hand idly stroking up and down his length. Liquid seeped from the tip. If she wasn’t about ready to combust with wanting, she’d drop to her knees and lick the fluid up.
Mike crooked a finger at her as his eyes blazed with unbridled heat. She was sure her eyes mirrored his own.
She leaned to one side ready to pull her underwear off but Mike just gripped the material and pushed it to the side before pulling her down on top of his aching length. They both groaned in unison as she sank all the way down. He felt so full at this angle.
Destiny bounced up and down needing more, feeling a frantic need to come. Mike didn’t protest the rushed pace. He was just as frantic as she was. Mike gripped her hips in his iron fists as he urged her on, knowing what she needed even if she didn’t fully.
“Come on, baby,” he panted.
She wanted to. Damn did she want to. Her thighs burned from the exertion. Her fingers ached gripping the back of the couch like a life line. Her body was wound up tighter than a kid’s toy, but her orgasm was just out of reach.
“I can’t.” She shook her head in frustration.
“You can.” His tone serious. Mike loosened his grip from one hip and stroked his thumb over her swollen nub. Like a light switch being turned on, her body felt the now familiar tingle when she was about to come.
“Yes,” she screamed, tossing her head back ready to let fly. Then she felt a hot wet tongue on her nipple before a biting pressure that had her bellowing and shaking.
“Fuck,” Mike groaned before pulling her down to his chest as he poured everything he had into her.
Destiny smiled lazily as she felt completely and utterly spent like a wet rag after post coital bliss. Damn, that was the best sex hands down ever and they were still half dressed. She still wore her skirt and underwear and Mike still had his shirt on.
As her body came down from the high, reality started poking his ugly head up. She’d just had sex with her ex after he saved her life. What he must think of her.
“Des?”
Uh oh. She didn’t like that tone. He sounded like he realized the same thing, too. “Yeah?”
“I know you don’t want to hear this—”
She didn’t. No long speeches about what they’d done. She didn’t want to overanalyze it.
“That this is awkward timing—”
Like the fact she was still plastered to his chest and his shrinking cock was still inside her? What was awkward about that?
“Especially after you broke up with me—”
A terrible mistake she had every intention of rectifying. Between almost being crushed and rocking-her-world sex, it hadn’t been her first thought.
“I’m sorry.” His fingers thrummed through her hair, pulling it from her face. Which she appreciated since it was tickling her nose.
Wait, what?
Destiny relaxed, he wasn’t saying he regretted what they’d just done? She might have to punch him if he had. She sat up to look at him. “I’m sorry, too.”
“I should also apologize for your shirt.” His gaze drifted to her bare chest and Destiny felt her nipples tighten. Now was so not the time for that.
“Should?” Destiny chuckled. “Meaning you’re not sorry?”
