His words seemed to galvanize her, to fuel her passion. Tunneling both hands in her hair and tangling them in the thick strands, he didn’t try to control her, just allowed himself to be swept along in the ride.
She took him deeper and deeper until the tip of him nudged the back of her throat.
She let him slip into that narrow passage, swallowed around him.
She elicited shudder after shudder, curse after curse from him.
And when the telltale sizzle snapped and popped down his spine, legs to the soles of his feet and then back up to the base of his dick, he didn’t hold back. Didn’t pull her off him.
He gave her everything. Every last bit of him.
Chest heaving, he waited for the dark edges crowding his vision to retreat. Only then did he loosen his grasp on Sophie’s head and suck in a much-needed breath into his screaming lungs. That orgasm should’ve destroyed him, laid him out. Instead, it fed the desire that still flowed through him like an open pipe.
He clutched her shoulders and, surging to his feet, dragged her up with him. In seconds, he had her naked on the bed and under him. He attacked her mouth, voracious. The taste of him on her tongue only inflamed him more. Snarling against her lips, he nipped the full bottom one, then treated her chin and throat to the same erotic bites.
Once more he feasted on her breasts, licking, lapping and tweaking until she writhed beneath him, those kitten mewls spilling from her. God, he loved them. Hoarded them in his head so he could replay them later when he was alone in his bed.
He shook his head, dislodging the thoughts and the sharp stab of loneliness they lugged along with them. Skimming his lips down the center of her chest, he paused to flick his tongue in the bowl of her navel, then continued until he reached his goal.
Inhaling, he trapped the musky sweet-and-tart scent of her. He jerked awake last night with this scent teasing him, tormenting him. Unable to resist the lure, he dipped his head and dived into her sex. One hand splayed wide on her lower belly to hold her down, he palmed her inner thigh with the other, granting him easy access to the flesh that he couldn’t get enough of. Her scream danced around his ears as he slid his tongue through her swollen, soaked folds, circling the bud of nerves at the top of her mound. Over and over he returned to gorge on her like the delicious, addictive feast she was.
Her thighs clamped around his head, and her fingers dug into his hair, grasping tight, and he didn’t let up. Not until he pushed her right to the edge of release—and over it.
And as she still shook and gasped on the waves of pleasure, he shoved from the bed and stripped. Removing his wallet and then a condom from the billfold, he tossed his pants to the floor and climbed back onto the mattress, crawling over her. Quickly, he sheathed his rock-hard flesh in the protection, then maneuvered her until she straddled his hips. His erection surged up between them, and he swore he could feel her labored gusts of breath on the tip.
“Ride me, sweetheart,” he grated, cupping her hip and fisting his dick. “Take me.”
Her eyes found his, and, without breaking their visual mating, she rose over him. Then sank down on him.
He was the first to break their locked gazes. Closing his, he released a hiss as she enveloped him, slowly accepting him. Both hands gripped her hips, steadying her. She fell forward, her palms slapping his pecs. Head bent, she pulsed up and down his flesh, taking more and more of him until, finally, she was seated on top of him. And he was so deep inside her, he had to, once more, battle back the rising of his orgasm.
“Sophie,” he growled, bucking his hips as if he could screw just a little bit more of himself inside her, when there was nothing left of him to give. “So tight. So wet. So damn hot. I didn’t—” He cut himself off before he could utter the rest of the too-revealing sentence. He hadn’t imagined how perfect she took him. How she undid him. “You good, sweetheart?” he asked, flexing again, unable to help himself.
“Yes,” she breathed, crushing a kiss to his lips. “God, yes.”
“Take me, then,” he ordered. “Take us both.”
Lifting off him until only the head of his dick remained, she hovered for only a second before slamming back down on him.
Moments ago, he’d thought nothing had felt as good as Sophie’s mouth on him. So wrong. Watching her rise and fall above him, face saturated with lust... Having her lush, muscular core sucking at him, fluttering around him—nothing could compare to this.
Jackknifing off the bed, he sat up, burrowed his fingers in her hair and captured her mouth, swallowing each sob, each whine. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and head, she rode him, jerking on him, hips swiveling like the most carnal of dances. She wrenched her mouth from his, tipping her head back on her shoulders, lost in the pleasure she chased. The pleasure bearing down on him like a freight train with greased wheels.
Not without her, though. He wouldn’t go without her.
Reaching between them, he slid his fingers down her quivering belly to the small, swollen bundle of nerves cresting her sex. One stroke. Two. Three, and he pressed down hard.
Her core clamped down hard on him like a vise grip, feminine muscles milking him. Grabbing her hips, he held her aloft as he thrust up into her, granting her every measure of the release that shook her like a leaf in a passion-whipped storm. Only after her screams ebbed to muted whimpers did he let go, hurtling into the dark, shattering abyss of release.
As he fell,
