I paused, not in surprise but because the hunger that shot through me momentarily froze my muscles. Hard and fast was exactly what I had in mind.
I pulled my hands off of him and immediately started unzipping my jeans in quick, jerky motions. He helped strip them off me, dragging my panties down with the denim.
“Condom?” I managed to ask.
He reached over and pulled open the bedside table drawer, while my hands went to the taut cotton of his sweatpants. He had an impressive erection tenting the fabric, and I had to pull twice to get the waistband up and over it before sliding them down his narrow hips.
I heard the rip of the foil packet, then watched with hungry eyes as he sat back and rolled it on. I reached out to touch him, but he brushed my hand back.
“I won’t last,” he said. “I’m holding on by a thread.”
I grinned. I loved it when a man wanted me as desperately as I wanted him. He stood up for a moment, kicking off his sweatpants and giving me a good look at his gloriously naked body. Every golden inch was satin-covered power. And he was coming for me.
He was wearing his game face. Focused and intent. His nostrils were flared, his body tight with intention. As he hooked his hands under my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, I flopped back onto the pillows. I felt like he was preparing me as carefully as he studied to make a perfect play.
Nothing was left to chance as he set my legs on his shoulders. He braced my hips, shifting them to where he wanted me. Then he pinched my clit in a sharp and stunning bolt of sensation.
I cried out and arched in reaction, my legs pulling me higher on the mattress.
He caught me in the air and held me where he wanted. And then he waited.
“Connor!” I gasped.
“Say it, Gia.”
“Say what? That I want this? Yes! I want you? Yes!” I surged upward, grabbing his shoulders and holding firm. “Fuck me already!”
The coarse word sparked something in his eyes. It was dark and dirty, and I loved it.
Then he impaled me.
It was a single thrust that had my whole being stretching to accommodate him. I tried to grip him with my legs. I wanted to draw him deeper inside, to hold him close and not let him go. But I had no leverage and no strength. Not compared to him. Not when he held me wide open as he pulled back out.
“No!” I gasped. “Don’t leave.”
It was a stupid thing to say, but he felt that perfect inside me.
“Touch your breasts. Plump them for me.”
I blinked in confusion, but my hands were already obeying. I pushed my breasts together, creating full cleavage. And I squeezed my nipples because I wanted to.
He slammed into me again.
The impact made me squeeze my breasts tighter. I cried out because I had to. So much sensation. So much desire.
“Again!” he ordered.
I squeezed, and he drove in again.
“Show me your nipples. Pull them out for me.”
He was slamming into me with steady, hard thrusts. And his eyes were on my breasts as I squeezed my nipples and pulled.
I wanted to arch my back to deepen his impact. I wanted to split myself apart so he could touch the very heart of me. I wanted deeper, harder, stronger.
And he gave it to me.
Suddenly, an orgasm ripped through me. My entire body squeezed tight and burst, but he barely seemed to notice. He was pounding still, the steady movement making me writhe against him.
