And then he buries his face between my legs. With the first sweep of his tongue across my clit, heat floods through me so quickly my knees nearly give out.
“Lee.” His name bursts from my lips, sharp with shock and pleasure. My hand flies to his hair, gripping instinctively as he works me with a fierce, consuming focus. He knows exactly what he’s doing, licking and sucking at me until I’m losing my mind. It’s ecstasy so overwhelming that it’s part torture, and I’m pulling his head closer at the same time that I arch my back, trying to get away. He isn’t going to allow that.
Without stopping his devastating mouth, he grabs myknee and throws it over his shoulder, leaving me standing on one leg. I grasp his other shoulder and hair for dear life. There’s no escape as he sucks my clit steadily while my cries and moans fill the room.
Oh god, I can’t take it. I can’t…
The room blurs. My mind shatters and my body sags under the crushing pleasure. He holds me up, holds me open, holds me together while I break apart under his talented mouth.
Then he stands. I barely register the motion before he delivers a deep, hungry kiss, stripping below the waist at the same time. Our lips only part long enough to toss aside our shirts, then his hands slide under me in one smooth, powerful movement. He lifts me off the ground as I wrap myself around him.
He presses me firmly back against the cool surface, his body a solid wall of strength and heat pinning mine. “Hard,” I utter. “Go hard.”
A deep, barely audible growl rattles his chest. The first thrust jerks a sound out of me I’ve never heard myself make. I’m wet as I can get but it’s been a year since anyone has been inside me, and the sudden invasion is a burst of pleasure and pain. My fingernails dig into his back as he withdraws and drives in again.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I’m burning up inside and out, my heart racing with only one thought beating against my brain. “More, more.” It takes me a second to realize I said it out loud.
“More?” he growls. “You’re going to take every inch.”
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me down as he buries himself completely. Oh, I forgot how much more he had to offer. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow but I don’t care. I clutch at him, at his round ass and his broad back as he fucks me hard and fast.
Not satisfied with the wall, he pauses to carry me into his bedroom without pulling out, lays me on the edge of his bed, puts my feet by my ears and continues. He’s relentless. The punishing, deeply satisfying thrusts never slow or lighten up. It feels like it goes on forever and still not long enough.
His raw primal expression when our eyes meet undoes me. I cry out, shaking and fisting the bedsheets through another explosive orgasm. When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down at me, hunger still reflected on his face.
“You’re so sexy when you come.” He leans over to deliver a long blistering kiss. I was too out of it to realize whether he’d come but I should know better. He went for hours the other time we were together. When I start to sit up and move back, his chuckle is deep.
He pulls out, rolls me over onto my stomach, and tugs me up the bed. The heat of his body reaches my skin a second before his voice is in my ear. “I’m not even close to done with you.” He bends one of my knees out and slides back inside.
Oh, it’s so much tighter this way. I’m stuffed full of him. He fucks me, his strokes slow, deep and deliberate. I can feel every ridge and vein dragging over swollen, tender flesh and the moan I release is pure pleasure.
I could do this for eternity.
Hours later, we’re both spent and lying on his bed. “Mission accomplished,” I murmur. “I’m too worn out to think. Coming too many times might’ve given me brain damage.”
Lee runs a warm hand down my back from the top of my spine to the curve of my ass. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“We’re both stupid. I didn’t even think about a condom.” By the time I realized it, we’d already been going at it for too long to bother.
“You know I’ve had a vasectomy.”
“And I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t cover everything. I got a screening a few months ago at my gynecologist appointment. I’m all clear, and I haven’t been with anyone since.” I haven’t been with anyone since him, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I can show you my last results or get retested if that makes you feel better.”
“When were you screened?”
He scratches his beard. “September last year.”
That was over a year ago. I open my mouth to tell him we’ll just both get tested but I don’t get the chance.
“But I haven’t slept with anyone since. Except you.”
What? I roll over and look at him. Doubt must show in my expression. “You haven’t had sex in a year?”
His lips tilt up in a grin. “You don’t believe me?”
