She reached her hands between them, cupping his dick in her palms once again. “Did I ask for slow?”
That question, coupled with the feel of her hands on him and the look of sheer wantonness on her face, just about drove him over the edge. In the next second he was sliding his dick inside her with one deep thrust that had them both moaning and gasping for their next breath.
As promised, he wasn’t slow. He grabbed her ankles, held onto her and pumped fiercely. She was so wet he slid in and out of her with such ease and pure delight. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. The rush of pleasure had his eyes closing as he continued to rotate his hips, pull out and then thrust back in. When he cracked his eyes open, it was to see her palming her breasts, squeezing until only the dark brown of her nipples was noticeable between her fingers. They puckered as if they were staring at him, trying to tell him something, to entice him, to drive him insane.
“Yes,” she moaned, licking her lips quickly. “Yes. More, more, more.”
He gave her exactly what she asked for, holding tight to her ankles as he pushed her legs away from his shoulders, spreading them into a wide V. Her mouth gaped, and her eyes widened as he rotated his hips again, much slower this time. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it as she stared up at him. The guttural groan that rumbled from her chest was like a reward.
“You want more of this? How much more can you take?” He wanted to pump harder, to go deeper, to release all the desire that had built up in his mind every time he’d read one of her emails. He wanted to feel each one of the words, to make them come to life in every thrust and push of his dick inside her.
“All. I want it all.” She’d spoken so clearly and so decisively he’d almost grinned, because for a moment she’d sounded like she was in the boardroom. Except he’d never seen Des naked before. He’d never even imagined her body would look this great without clothes or that she would be so warm and wet. So damn perfect.
Aiming to please, he eased one of her legs down to the bed, still keeping the other one pressed up against his chest, working in and out of her from a new angle. The groan that erupted from his chest with how good that first deeply penetrating stroke felt made his throat feel raw. Her fingers clenched the already-mussed sheets as she mumbled his name.
His name.
Maurice.
Said in the throes of pleasure, in Des’s voice.
It was his turn to bite down on his lip as his dick was so deep inside her warm heat he thought he would surely drown. If so, it would be with a smile on his face. But he wasn’t finished. Not until she was. To shift positions again, he eased out of her, immediately missing the feel of her tight muscles gripping his dick, milking him. She moved without instruction, as if she knew what she wanted, rolling until she was on her hands and knees.
“Yeah.” He grinned and repeated the one word. “Your favorite position.”
When he smacked both hands to the plump cheeks of her ass, she sighed and wiggled that ass in invitation for another smack.
She hissed this time as he’d put a little more sting into the second slap. “You know why this is my favorite position?”
He already knew because she’d told him...in a very lengthy email message. “Tell me, lover. Tell me exactly what you want me to do while I’m back here.”
“Hard,” she whispered. “I want it hard and fast. Make me come, hard and fast.”
No sweeter words were ever spoken. Flattening his hands on her butt cheeks again, he speared his dick into her, settling into the space he’d missed in those few moments away. Then pulled back and gave her exactly what she’d asked for.
She screamed. Grabbed the pillows, buried her face and screamed again, because she’d never come so hard it left her shivering all over. Her legs and arms were shaking as Maurice moved in and out of her slowly, no doubt letting her recover from the intensity of her release.
When had he gotten so thick and long and deeply embedded inside of her? Probably when she asked him for just that. Damn, this was good. Even now as he picked up speed, as the sound of her release mingled with his thrusts echoing throughout the room, all she could think of was how good it felt.
His hands were spreading her cheeks apart, so she was sure he was watching his dick enter and retreat. The thought of what that must look like caused another tendril of pleasure to slip down her spine, until she shivered again and bit down on the pillow.
“So good,” he was mumbling from behind her. “You look so good. Feel so good. Des, this is...”
He didn’t need to finish; she knew what he was going to say because she was feeling it, too. So. Damn. Good.
When he repeated her name again, his fingers tightening on her butt, she knew he was taking that tumble that had just flattened her. She wasn’t a big fan of a guy making loud annoying orgasm sounds, overreacting or in some way trying to prove his own prowess. Maurice grunted and moaned low so that the deep timbre moved over her skin like a warm massage. He gripped, then released her ass, gripped and released it again, until she felt like he was worshipping it. His body had gone rigidly still, except for a couple last, stilted thrusts and the pulsating of his dick still buried inside her.
Moments passed, and she finally turned so that her cheek rested on the
