When he started moving inside her, she matched him, thrust for thrust.
“Look at me.” She’d spoken the words before she could filter them.
He did. And then he stopped moving. “You’re an amazing woman, Savannah. Beautiful. Sensual. And fun.” Soft, intimate words spoken between two lovers.
But romance wasn’t supposed to be on the menu. Raw and unfiltered intercourse was. She’d wanted this to be screwing without emotion until he’d spoken those words. The ones that touched her soul and melted her from the inside out.
She could have uttered those same words, but like earlier, they lodged in her throat. She whispered her appreciation before shifting so he could sink in farther. Then, she threw her leg over his ass, raised one arm over her head, and arched toward him. “Kiss me.”
Their lips met, their lustful dance only heightened by his powerful words. The sweet aroma of sex hung in the air while he moved inside her again. Closing her eyes, she rode the exhilaration. The high of being with someone she’d fantasized about for years overtook her and she reveled in the hunger of his kiss and the slow, sensual way his tongue tangled with hers. She gripped his biceps and hung on while his heavy breathing thundered in her ears.
Overtaken with euphoria, she increased her speed, while he plunged deeper and faster. She swallowed his throaty moans during another searing kiss and, when he told her he was going to come, she let go.
Shaking through her orgasm, she clasped her arms and legs around him, while he poured himself into her.
Wrong shouldn’t feel so damned right.
