Her legs tightened around his waist like a vise and she yanked him forward. Unable to resist the call of her body, he sank inside her with a deep groan, the shocking heat of her pussy making him shake. He raised himself on stiffened arms the second she froze beneath him.
“No condom,” he rasped. It had been so long since he’d fucked her bare. Whenever they’d met, she’d flung a strip of rubbers at him, or he’d produced his own.
Her nails stroked along his spine. “I’m on birth control. And I’m... I’m clean.”
He shuddered. “I am too.”
Those nails dragged down to his ass. “Just do it.”
Oh, God. “Do what? Fill you up with my come?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fill me with—” He hit a particularly deep spot, and she shook. “Fill me with your come.”
He fucked into her with slow strokes. He gazed down at her, mesmerized, as her head tipped back, and she moaned. The sun was almost gone, the hazy blue-gray sky turning her body into a dreamy portrait. Past and present and future melded together, forcing his body to move faster. He needed her to feel him inside her, in every inch.
She communicated in breathy gasps, her hands coming up to encircle his neck. She arched below him, her thighs falling wide. He wanted to betender. He wanted to be kind. But his lust took over, until he had nothing in his brain but the elemental, desperate need to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until he couldn’t move.
His hips snapped back and forth. Faster, and faster, until her body clenched all around his. Each contraction squeezed his throbbing cock like a vise.
His balls drew up tight, and he thrust deep, spurting inside her. Each pulse simultaneously weakened him and filled him with strength. He locked his arms to keep from collapsing on top of her and hung his head, panting.
They were both covered in sweat, but the cool air was working through his lust-induced warmth. Nicholas sat back, attention riveted on his still-hard cock withdrawing from her. He grasped his dick, his hand feeling too rough and unwelcome after the paradise of her pussy, and rubbed the wet tip against her slit.
“Look at that,” he rumbled. “What a mess we made.”
He stroked up to her clitoris. His heart stuttered when she breathed, “Nico...”
He went still. No one had called him Nico since her.
He batted the head of his cock against her pussy, then braced himself on one arm above her and pressed his lips to her neck. “You want more?” He rubbed her clit with his cock in a slow circle. “I can give you more. I can give you everything.”
She stiffened beneath him then pressed herhands against his chest, straight-arming him away. Shit. Had he said the wrong thing?
Nicholas moved back immediately, though with great reluctance. He didn’t want to separate their bodies. That meant they’d have to go back to thinking.
She sat up and scrambled to her feet way faster than he would like. It took him a second to get his legs under him and stand without wobbling. “Hey.”
She ignored him and scooped up her jeans, shoving them up over her legs.
He adjusted his own clothes absently. “Hey,” he said again.
“What?” she snapped.
Uh-oh. Hehadsaid something wrong. “Listen, what if—?”
“I don’t like that word.”
“What word?”
She readjusted her bra. “If.”
“Then I won’t use it. But can we talk?”
“I need to go. Take me back to my car.”
