Yes.This was exactly what he wanted.Needed.
Her hands moved to his T-shirt, sliding under the collar to feel his skin.He wanted more of that, so he tugged the shirt over his head.She splayed her palms across his chest with a sound of appreciation.Her hands weren’t soft.They were slender, but strong.
“Get naked,” he rasped.
Smiling, she removed her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting it fall.His mouth watered at the sight of her strawberry-tipped breasts, tilted up in sensual invitation.Her nipples were tightly puckered, achingly sweet.
He braced his hands under them, spanning her rib cage.“You have beautiful tits.”
She arched her back, and he dipped his head to her.Nuzzling her chest, he sucked each nipple until it glistened.He left them stiff and red.This was about all the foreplay he could manage in his current state.His cock pulsed with arousal, straining at the fly of his jeans.He fumbled with her waistband.She kicked off her sneakers and lifted her hips to help him remove her jeans.He stripped off her panties, too.Then she was totally nude, on a metal worktable, with her eyes glittering and her legs spread.
Wade almost swallowed his tongue.Her sex was a pretty sight, shy and pink beneath a silky triangle of dark hair.He was about to drop to his knees and worship her with his mouth when she brought her hand to his fly, distracting him.
His cock surged against her palm, and his hips jerked forward.Holding his breath, he watched her unbutton his jeans and release his turgid flesh.She gave him a languid stroke before placing him at her entrance.He groaned at the feel of her wet heat.
She might not have much experience at this, but she was a natural temptress, and everything she did aroused him.She rubbed him over her slippery folds, almost inside.That was the death knell for patience.He pushed her hands aside and took over, filling her in one hard thrust.She gave a sob of pleasure.He tried to wait a minute for her body to adjust, but she was so slick and hot.He trembled with desire.
“Yes,” she panted in his ear.“Please, Wade.”
With a low groan, he gave her what she wanted.He withdrew a few inches and plunged forward again, reveling in her slippery heat.She was really, fantastically wet.He plowed into her in rough strokes, and she met him with sounds of ecstasy.She clung to his shoulders, her legs wrapped firmly around his hips.Her body language saidyes, yes, yes.
He wasn’t going to last, because it was too fucking good.He managed to slide his hand between them and place his thumb over her clitoris.There was no teasing this time, no tenderness or finesse.He just applied pressure, brushing back and forth as he thrust into her.She responded to the crude stimulation as easily as she’d responded to his gentler explorations.Hips bucking, she exploded in orgasm, crying out his name.He could feel her internal muscles fluttering around him as she came.
He waited for her to finish, his teeth clenched.Then he moved his hands to her hips and hammered home, hard and fast and furious.The table shook and rattled under her.With a hoarse shout, he buried himself to the hilt.His release was so powerful, his knees buckled.
Reality returned in slow increments.He was slumped over her, breathing heavily, with his pants around his ankles.He’d just banged the hell out of her on a worktable with no foreplay and no forethought.Warning bells clanged in his mind as he withdrew.
No condom, either.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
That had been sloppy, literally and figuratively.He backed away from the table and pulled up his pants, embarrassed by his lack of control.
Jesus.What was wrong with him?
It wasn’t like him to behave so recklessly.He cared about this woman deeply.He should have been patient and gentle with her.Instead he’d fallen on her like an animal, raw and rough.He’d wanted to do that yesterday.Today, he’d let his base urges take over.He hadn’t even thought to pull out.
Feeling dazed, he grabbed a clean rag from his dresser drawer.He poured some water on the cloth and passed it to her.She lowered herself from the table to wipe away his body fluids.Although her cheeks were flushed, she didn’t look any worse for the wear.He couldn’t say the same about her workspace.Broken pieces of pottery, soap ingredients, and sprigs of crushed lavender littered the floor.
“I forgot to use protection,” he said, as if she didn’t know.
“It’s probably fine,” she said.“It’s the wrong time of the month, and I don’t think I can get pregnant, regardless.”
Probably finewas not reassuring.“Why do you think that?”
She finished cleaning herself and left the rag in a plastic bucket.Then she found a fresh T-shirt in his dresser to wear.“Can we sit down?”
He sat on the bed with her.He reached out to hold her hand, uncertain.
“I got this scar from falling into a coffee table,” she said, touching her chin.
“You didn’t fall,” he said flatly.“You were pushed.”
She nodded an acknowledgment and moved on.“I woke up in a pile of broken glass.The cuts were minor, but I had a bruise across my midsection.Since then, I’ve had really bad cramps every month.And I never got pregnant, even before the accident.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t.”
She didn’t say anything.
