He grabbed my thighs and pulled me against him until our hips seated together.
“Yes!” I cried out.
“Goddamn it, Anna, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
He gave me no time to breathe. No time to adjust. He slammed into me, our bodies connected, and then he reared back and slammed back in. His bike jolted. My curves jiggled. And as my hands found his forearms, I clung to him, digging my nails into his skin.
“Gonna get those little crescents tattooed everywhere you leave them behind, Anna-mine,” he said, his voice rough like the beast I knew lived within him.
I lost myself to it.
I couldn’t even speak. Couldn’t even keep up with his verbal tit-for-tat. The electricity that pounded through my veins bubbled into my ears, blocking out all other sounds. The autumnsun casted a light heat against us before his body hunched over mine, my thighs still tossed over his fucking shoulders.
I almost couldn’t breathe with how much of my weight sat against my chest.
He slid his arm beneath my lower back and lifted my hips a bit.
“Better?” he asked.
I took a gigantic breath. “Fucking hell, you’re big.”
He grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Every time he crooked that grin toward me, my pussy throbbed. And when I felt it collapse around his intrusion, his lips captured mine. He sucked on my lower lip, our tongues messily entwining as he ground against me. Slowly. Deftly. Stroking every single part inside of me that lit me up like a goddamn Christmas tree.
“Bee,” I moaned. “Oh, Bee. Dear God. I need to come. Please, please let me.”
His nose trailed along the side of my face. “You beg so beautifully, Anna-mine. Let me hear it again.”
“Please,” I whined.
I felt his hand slip in between us. “One more time. Just for me. You can do it, I know you can.”
“Ple-e-e-eeeease,” I practically sobbed out.
“Such a good girl for me,” he rumbled as his lips fell to my neck.
He pressed the softest kisses against my pulse point while his fingers strummed my aching clit. He ground against me until I felt the thick mushroom head of his cock growing dangerously close to that point between pleasure and pain inside of me. I practically felt him in my goddamn stomach, and now I understood why women always called it ‘getting your guts rearranged.’
It felt like he carved a pathway inside of my body made just for him.
“Oh God,” I groaned as that coil around the base of my spine tightened.
His slow grinding quickly picked up to a rut. “That’s it. Give it to me. Give me what’s mine.”
“I’m yours,” I said without warning.
He captured my earlobe in between his teeth. “Then prove it. Come for me, and tell the world who you belong to.”
His voice was my undoing.
“Brutus!” I choked out as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I heard him growling as the sounds of skin slapping skin picked up the pace. His fingers traced along my slick nub until I babbled absolute nonsense. I was only barely aware of how he growled out my name. I was only barely aware of the birds that took flight from the trees when we fell over the edge together, supported by nothing but the strength of his arms and the strength of his bike.
And when I collapsed, my head dangling over the side of his bike, a soft breeze kicked up, soothing my heated skin.
“Oh, Bee,” I whispered breathlessly.
