She smiles and reaches to cup my cheek, her thumb grazing my cheek just below my mask. “I want you to fuck me, striker.”
I push inside her slowly, letting her adjust to my size. She’s so fucking tight, and the sensation is more than I wasbargaining for; the intensity of it washing over me like a wave. Even with a condom, it’s going to take a lot of willpower to hold off my impending orgasm.
She gasps when the first barbell slips inside, and whimpers when she feels the next two. A shudder rips through her at the remaining two.
“You okay?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her.
“Yes,” she moans into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist. She grips my shoulders and arches her back, drawing me in until I’m fully seated.
“Christ, you feel so good,” I say, my voice rough with need as I rest my forehead on hers. Her walls clench around me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a couple of deep breaths. If I’m not careful, this will be over way too soon, and I won’t need to worry about whether she wants to see me again.
“I need you to move,” she begs, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer, her lips grazing my ear. “Please.”
I don’t hesitate. My girl gets what she wants. I pull out and thrust inside her, both of us moaning in pleasure. Capturing her lips, I swallow the sound, completely consumed by this woman and the way her pussy grips my cock so tight.
Our kisses are desperate as we both chase that incredible high. Everything about her is perfect. I grip her thigh, shifting our position as I thrust in deep, picking up the pace. I’m not going to last much longer, but I need her to come again first. My free hand slips between us, and I rub her clit as I push inside her over and over again.
Her pussy clenches around me, and my balls draw up.She cries out as her orgasm crests, only moments before I fall over the cliff with her.
Groaning, I collapse on top of her before rolling us over so I don’t crush her with my body weight.
We’re both panting, trying to get our breath back as we lie facing one another, my softening cock still inside her.
I stroke my fingers down her side, smirking as she shivers from my touch.
“That was…”
“Wow,” she finishes, and we both laugh.
That seems to be our go-to response for each other.
I should move, but my body is sated, and I feel that sleepy urge trickling in. Tucking her into my chest, I close my eyes and revel in the feel of her naked body pressed into mine, marvelling again at how she fits against me so perfectly, like we’re made for each other.
“Striker,” she murmurs, her breath warm against my slick skin.
“Mm?”
“Thank you.”
I chuckle, squeezing my arms tighter around her slight frame. “That’s a first.”
She pulls back to look at me. “What is?”
“Being thanked for sex.”
Her cheeks heat. “Sorry, it’s… uh… been a while since I’ve let anyone touch me.”
A trickle of unease washes over me at her words. It’s not the first time she’s alluded to not being treated right. I graze my knuckles over the warm skin beneath her mask. “Will you tell me who hurt you, pixie?”
She shakes her head, leaning in to press her lips to mine. “No one. Forget I said anything.”
I let her distract me with kisses because I can’t let myself get in too deep with her, though my resolve is fizzling with every stolen moment in this room. But in the back of my mind, there’s a niggling feeling that this woman has come into my life for a reason. Only… I’m not sure I’m the right person to help her.
Not with my past.
Not with all the skeletons hiding in my cupboard.
Tonight was supposed to be about getting her out of my system. Hell, I didn’t even think she’d actually show up. But now that she has, and I know what it’s like to have her in my arms, I don’t know how I can walk away.
