His fingers bit into her buttocks as he held her still for his increasing thrusts. His breath turned shallow; the sensation of her wrapped around him was becoming more than he could stand. She was heady and potent, an aphrodisiac he was finding harder and harder to resist. Bending his head, he feasted on her throat, ravaging the skin before going down to do the same thing to her nipples. Her cries echoed around the room, fingers digging into the bunched muscles of his shoulders and back. Reaching between them, he teased her swollen flesh until she was exploding, the climax coursing through her body like a river running wild.
Clamping a hand around her neck, he barely gave her time to recover. It was like an animal that had gotten loose inside him and refused to be tamed.
"Take more," he demanded harshly.
"I can't," she whispered brokenly. Her body felt limp and drained, fluid like water.
"Take more." To make sure she did, he drove her up again, increasing the pace until they were both delirious and panting. She came again, her fingers making grooves in his chest and then his shoulders. He followed her, the groan coming from somewhere deep in his belly. The sensation washed through him like a violent storm, sweeping him along with it as he emptied himself, his body weak and shuddering.
"I need to sit," he said thickly, after what seemed like an eternity.
"Or lie down." Cradling her against him, he stumbled towards the doorway. She had her arms around his neck, her face buried in his chest.
Somehow, he found the strength to make it up the stairs and into her bedroom, where he fell onto the bed with her still wrapped around him.
"I can't feel my legs," she murmured.
"That's because I'm lying on them." He shifted so that she could slide her legs down over his thighs. "I should-"
"No." She held on tight when he started to ease her away.
"Christ! This is-"
"I know." She sucked in her breath and inhaled his expensive cologne and the raw sexuality along with it. "What time do you have to leave? I thought I would prepare you something-"
"I'm spending the night," he interrupted her quietly.
The quick flash of pleasure almost bowled her over. "You are?" She did not care that she sounded like an eager schoolgirl having her first sleepover with the boy of her dreams. That was how she felt. "But David-"
His finger trailed over her high cheekbone, loving the feel of her satiny skin. Her eyes were slumberous from the passion they had just recently shared. "Jacklyn came to pick him up. They will be getting him ready for school. She knows."
Her eyes were frank as they returned his stare. "Do you mind?"
He shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know." He curved a hand around her neck, pressing on the hollow of her throat. Her neck was graceful and so smooth. "I'm not upset, and she seems to be pleased."
"She's my friend."
His eyes were steady on hers. "I don't want you discussing what we do here with my sister. That's just damned weird."
She grinned, eyes twinkling. "Are you saying that I cannot tell her of your expertise in bed and how well-endowed you are?" He jumped when she snuck her hand between his thighs and cupped him.
"Cut it out!" he growled.
"I don't think you want me to. Hmm, what have we here?"
"You're funny." He shifted slightly when she proceeded to stroke him.
"This is not. Oh, getting harder by the second."
"You must be so proud of yourself."
"Hmm." Tilting her head to the side, she pretended to consider his remark. "A little."
"Like hell." His eyes glowered at her before darkening. "Christ, don't stop."
"Why should I?" She used her thumb to rub over the tip of him. Vincent felt as if he was being knocked down by a ten-wheeler. How was it possible that she had this intense pull over him?
With a snarl, he flipped her over and covered her body with his.
