“No,” she said, her voice raspy. “I liked it. I wanted to take you deeper.”
The confession was soft, and he shuddered, pushing her panties down her legs. “Next time. You can deep throat me next time.” He heard what he was saying and almost slapped himself.
His brain fritzed when he got excited during sex, to a point where he couldn’t often remember what he said, but those were sex words. This was a promise that there would be more, and how could he go back on that?
Now, though, he was desperate to get inside of her, but a second of clarity stopped him. “No condom, damn it.” For all of his enjoyment of sex, protection was one thing he was obsessive about. Which made sense, given his background.
She shook her head. “I have two in my wallet.”
“You carry condoms with you?”
“I’m prepared for everything,” she said primly. She moved away from him and to her jeans, grabbing a slim wallet from the back pocket. He eyed her big ass. Like this. He’d fuck her just like that, bent over.
She dumped the contents of her wallet on the couch and he raised an eyebrow, impressed despite his desperate desire. She was prepared for everything. She held up a foil packet triumphantly, and he forgot literally everything else.
He grabbed it and tore it open with his teeth. She watched with fascination as he rolled it down over his length. “Turn around and grab the back of the couch,” he said gutturally. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing that ass jiggle when I fuck you.”
She complied so quickly he wondered if he wasn’t the only one who had been dreaming of that. She bent over, and he wished he had a mirror so he could properly see her breasts move as he rammed into her.
He dipped his knees and ran his cock over her wet folds. So perfectly open for him. He pressed inside, and she gave a muffled shout. He stopped halfway inside. “Are you okay?” he rumbled.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, more?”
“So polite,” he said, and gave her another inch. “More what?”
“More.”
“Say the word,” he demanded, and withdrew completely.
She mewled. “Cock.”
“Good girl.” He rammed inside her, loving how she shook. He grasped her hips and set a steady rhythm, fucking her long and deep.
She pressed her forehead against the couch, cries of pleasure falling from her lips. He bent over and slid a hand under her body, finding her clit under wet curls and plucking it with every thrust.
He slid his lips down her spine, finding the inch of skin that had so fascinated him when he’d seen her in her bikini. Her position somewhat flattened the cute roll out, but he could still rake his teeth over it. He nibbled, then licked the spot. Later, he’d give it every bit of attention it deserved.
“I’m so close,” she whispered.
He lifted his head. “What do you need to get there?”
“I don’t know.”
He alternated fast strokes with slow, keeping his thumb on her clit, paying careful attention to the noises she made and the way her body reacted to his every move.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her upright, making soothing noises when she startled. “Like this. Let me try fucking you like this. Tell me if you like it.”
“I like everything you do.”
He pressed his lips into her hair and smiled. “Tell me if youlikelike this.” He withdrew and then thrust back in short, rapid strokes. She rose up on her toes, but it wasn’t to get away. He anchored her tight against him and continued pounding. “Tell me,” he muttered against her neck.
“I love it. Don’t stop fucking me. Like that. Like—” He pinched her clit. She shivered and came around him, her contractions milking his cock, a shuddery “Fuuuck” falling from her lips.
He pressed her back down to the sofa and thrust deep once, twice, and finally let the pleasure spiral up his spine. He had the presence of mind to catch himself on his hands and keep his much larger body off her.
It took a few deep breaths before he felt steady enough to leave her. He took care of the condom, then scooped Eve up and collapsed on the couch with her on his lap, careful to keep their wettest bits away from each other.
She pressed her head against his chest and he breathed deep, taking in the scent of her and him and sex. Her hair tickled his nose, the mahogany strands more wild than he’d ever seen them. Which was appropriate, since she’d been more wild than he’d ever seen her.
