Her eyes flashed, a ghost of a smile quirked her lips.
He couldn’t believe he even said that. The words were out of his mouth before the thought. But he had serious plans for those beautiful lips. Plans that didn’t require a condom. “How bad do you want me?” he asked, teasing one breast with the rough pad of his finger.
“Bad,” she croaked. “Really bad.”
“Are you hungry, Julie?” He had no clue where any of this was coming from. He’d never played like this with anyone. Sex had been sex and that had been the end of it. Sure, he’d been in just about any position imaginable, but he’d never taken control—this kind of possession—to this level.
She licked her lips and his dick twitched. He wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do what his dick wanted him to, what his words led her to believe he might do. But she looked so damn tempting spread out on the bed. If she wanted him to stop, she only had to say so. If he kept telling himself that, he could continue. Maybe.
Jesus, this was absolutely killing him.
“I didn’t hear you,” he said, rolling a nipple between his fingers. “Are you hungry for me?”
She nodded, licked her lips again with her gaze locked onto his straining dick. “Yes.”
Carefully, he moved up her body and straddled her chest. He leaned forward to stick a fluffy pillow under her head and she took him in her mouth. The hot, wet warmth surrounded him, made him groan. That she took control before he was ready nearly made him laugh. She wasn’t following the script. But seeing how this whole thing was ad-libbed, he probably got what he deserved.
He cupped the back of her head as she worked him with her tongue and mind-bending suction. He thought his heart might pound out of his chest as more blood flowed south. Watching her take him the other night had been surreal enough, but this took surreal to a whole new level. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed red as she strained to suck all of him.
He had Julie tied to a bed while she...
Pressure built and coiled low, the hot, wet tunnel of her mouth shot him closer to the edge. Closer, closer... He pulled out before he unloaded. It was too damn good and he wasn’t done with her yet. Reaching for the table, he grabbed the condoms, ripped one open and covered himself. He got into place between her open thighs and, careful of her injured leg, he shoved in. He swallowed Julie’s gasp as he sealed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. She tasted of sex and all kinds of lust. She made his fantasy real as she strained and moaned beneath him. He pumped into her hard, but controlled, driven by the need to come, the need to make her come. He pulled out and rammed back in, his hips slamming against hers.
Julie panted and her muscles flexed under and around him. The tight sheath of her inner walls squeezed him until his brain fogged over in a sexual haze and all he could do was dive back in for more.
Shit, he didn’t want to hurt her, but every sound she made, every taut muscle in her body drove him closer to the edge. Relinquishing complete control only gave her more power.
“Like that?” he asked roughly.
“God, yes,” she huffed. “Just like that.”
His lips crashed down on hers and he couldn’t hold back another second. His orgasm shot through him like a fucking missile, exploding in hot spasms that shook him from head to toe. Julie stiffened beneath him and he felt her contractions around his throbbing dick, felt the power of her release even as the shudders of his waned.
Breathing hard, he rested on his elbows, not ready to move off her and lose the connection, lose her heat. He reached up and loosened the knot holding her wrists. Her arms came around him tight in one of the most intense moments he’d ever shared with a woman.
“You okay?” he whispered.
She shook beneath him and he didn’t know if laughter or tears caused it. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, bright with tears and the reckless grin curving her lips. “I’m freakin’ fantastic. How are you?” The energy behind her voice confirmed what he already knew. Sex revved her up and after this, she was