Get a Clue

'Um-' She broke off with a gasp when he sucked a nipple into his warm mouth at the exact moment he hit ground zero with the vibrator.

Her body tightened, strained, and the sound that tore from her throat was not a no, don't but a definite oh, please. An on-the-edge oh, please, to boot.

Slowly he circled the tip around, dipping into her own wetness, spreading it, and then back to her happy spot, just skimming lightly over her sensitive flesh.

She jerked again, let out another of those shockingly needy whimpers, and arched up for more. Suddenly her skin felt too tight, her pulse beat in her ears so loudly she could hear nothing but the rush of her own blood, heading south, pooling between her legs.

Another slow, purposeful circle of the vibrator, combined with a hot, wet glide of his tongue over her other nipple, and she was actually going to come without straining for it. In less than thirty seconds. 'Cooper-'

'You taste amazing.' Lifting his head a fraction, he stared down at her breast and lightly blew out a breath. 'Do you know that?'

Luckily he didn't seem to require an answer, leaving her free to moan again.

And at the sound, he eased back, and she had to bite her lip rather than beg for more.

He was watching her. He knew exactly what she wanted, damn him. 'Hurry,' she managed, knowing she sounded too desperate, too impatient. She didn't care. She arched toward him.

His answer was another maddeningly slow circle of the vibrator, and just as she nearly tossed herself over the chasm into a glorious orgasm, he pulled back again, brought it to his mouth and licked the tip. 'Amazing,' he repeated huskily.

Staring at him, something within her snapped. Grabbing the vibrator, she tossed it aside, wrapped her fingers around his erection, sighing her pleasure at finding him both so silky and steely, and rubbed the very tip of him against her.

In. She needed him in.

'God, Bree.' His fingers dug into her hips as he held her off, his expression tight. 'Wait,' he ground out.

No. No waiting. He was thick, even just the head of him- all she could get at the moment-stretched her. It felt glorious. She rocked her hips, wanting more.

He caved with a softly uttered 'fuck,' and thrust into her, making her gasp with pleasure.

'The bed,' he ground out. 'I want to-'

'Here. Now.' Fast and hard. Just two bodies straining toward the same thing. No minds, and especially no hearts, no souls. She rocked again, running her hands down his damp chest. His body was tense and quivering, every muscle straining. 'Please, now.'

'Condom, then,' he grated out, sweat breaking out on his brow as he struggled to remain still. 'Get it.'

Reaching down into the basket, she pulled out the first one her fingers touched. 'Very berry,' she read on the purple colored prophylactic. 'Grape flavored.' She looked at him 'Yum.'

This ripped a rough, laughing groan from his throat as he took, it from her fingers, tore it open, and stroked it down his length. He stroked a thumb over her throbbing flesh. 'I wish you'd let me-'

'No, let me.' And she guided him home.

'Slow,' he said tightly, jaw bunched, his gaze never leaving hers.

'There's no slow tonight.' She needed the oblivion, needed him to be the one to give it to her, and she sank down on him, almost melting at the feel of him gliding all the way home.

His quiet 'Oh, yeah' mingled with hers. She would have moved on him, had to move on him, but his fingers dug into her hips, holding her. 'Just for a second,' he whispered, stroking a strand of hair from her eyes, looking at her so intensely, so sweetly, so incredibly deeply, she felt her throat tighten.

'No,' she whispered, shaking her head. No sweetly. No deeply. No tenderness at all. Closing her eyes, she took his mouth in a kiss, entwining her hands with his so that she could lift up until he almost slipped out of her, then sinking back down. 'Like this,' she said, and as if she finally broke his reins, he swore lavishly and took over, arching up thrust for thrust, hips pistoning wildly as he took her. Hard. Fast.

She cried out, but he swallowed the sound with his mouth, one hand on her bottom, guiding her down as he arched up, his other hand in her hair, holding her head for his possessing, fierce kiss.

Hot.

Wild.

Out of control as they gasped for breath, damp flesh slapping against damp flesh, fingers digging into trembling muscles… and then straining toward that finish line she'd wanted, where a turbulent whirlpool of colliding sensations waited.

Breanne got there first; she felt it building, felt it sweep over her, an unstoppable freight train homeward bound Through a kaleidoscope of lights going off in her head, she heard Cooper let out a low, guttural groan as he found his own release. Still trembling, she fell over his hot, damp chest, snuggling in when he wrapped his arms around her tight.

'Jesus,' he breathed softly in her hair, his arms still trembling. After a long moment he sagged back and looked at her from beneath those sexy, heavy-lidded eyes.

Okay, no big deal, she thought. Sure, she'd broken her no-men rule, but she'd managed to keep her heart and soul safe and tucked in. But she hadn't accomplished that by meeting his see-all eyes and letting him warm her from the inside out. 'Well.' She smiled with forced cheer and didn't look at him. 'That was fun.' She tried to get up, but he held on.

He was still inside her, not hard but not soft, either. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he forced her head back so that he could look at her. Suddenly his eyes weren't so sleepy. 'Fun?'

She swallowed hard at the indescribable expression on his face. 'Yeah, you know. As in, let's do it again sometime.'

'Fun is eating ice cream. Fun is having a day off. Fun is a walk in the fucking park, Breanne.'

'Um-'

'What we did was pretty far beyond fun. What we did was off the fun chart.' He narrowed his eyes. 'You wanted to know what was wrong with you?'

'Uh… no. I changed my mind.' The tension he'd banished with an orgasm was back.

'Did you, now?' he murmured. 'Interesting.'

Around them the fire crackled, the house creaked, all assuring her that this was real, not some sort of fantasy dream. It was real and she had a man, still buried inside her, staring into her eyes, seeing things she wasn't ready for him to see, trying to get to the bottom of something she didn't want to discuss.

So she cheated. She tightened her thighs, as well as her inner muscles, and hugged him.

Immediately his eyes went opaque. Almost helplessly, he thrust up with his hips. 'No fair,' he whispered.

Which is why she did it again.

This time he closed his eyes and groaned. 'Let me guess. You want some more fun.'