He was so damn hard, hurting so bad that he couldn’t stand it anymore. Pushing himself up, he crawled up her body and begged, “Touch me. Please.”
Her eyes popped open and she stared at him, dazed, almost blind, before she smiled and licked her lips. When cool, slim fingers wrapped around him and began a tight-fisted stroking, his head fell back and he groaned as if overcome with pain. And in truth it was a kind of pain, one that ratcheted up his need so fast he felt dizzy. One that would only be soothed once he became part of her.
At the same time, her touch felt better than anything he’d ever experienced. His toes curled and his heart pumped hard. Blindly, he sought out her lips again and pumped his tongue into the slick cavern of her mouth just like he’d pumped it into the slick cavern between her thighs. He wondered if she could taste herself and if she liked it. He wondered if she’d want to taste him.
“Oh, God,” he moaned as she pulled his cock between her legs and began grinding the head against her in slow, dragging circles. It felt like he was being dipped in warm honey, and that only added to the fantasy of her licking and lapping at him, then sucking him dry.
“Enough,” he gasped out.
“No. Not enough,” she said softly. “Not by a long shot.”
He shook his head as he tried to make her understand. “I need to be inside you. I need a condom,” he gasped.
Her hand froze, and for a second he pressed against her, poised at her very opening, wanting so badly to thrust inside. With sheer will, he moved to the side, trying not to cry out when her hand slid away from him. Quickly, he retrieved a condom from his wallet, slid it on then covered her body again with his.
He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “Now?” he said, his words less a question than a plea.
She nodded. “Now.”
“You do it,” he said.
When she looked confused, he clarified, “Put me inside you. Guide me. Show me where you want me, Nina.”
Her eyes dilated and she reached down, gripped him and again guided him between her thighs. Once there, she teased him once more, this time using slow up and down strokes to drive him crazy rather than the circular motions she’d used before. He couldn’t help it; every time she stroked him against her, he pushed his hips forward just a bit, until finally, finally, the tip of him slipped inside her.
They both jerked and gasped.
Dropping his forehead against hers, he murmured, “You’re so hot. So wet and so damn tight.”
“The more you put inside me, the tighter I’ll be. And the wetter and hotter I’ll get. So please...” Along with her pleading tone, she cupped his ass and pulled him closer, her thighs sawing restlessly on either side of his hips.
Slowly, steadily, he pushed into her, every fiber of his being focused on the drag of her inner tissues against his cock. When he was all the way inside, he swore he forgot to breathe. She felt fantastic. But more than that, she felt like home.
Her hips pushed up against his, urging him into a rhythm he was more than happy to start. Over and over again, he pushed himself into her. Over and over again, he pulled himself out of her. And she was right—with every movement, she got hotter. He got harder. Their moans got louder. Their embrace got tighter. And before he knew it, his thrusts got faster. Faster and harder and deeper, until he was practically pounding her into the bed, her gasps and moans and clinging arms urging him on. It was almost too fast. And not fast enough.
Too fast because he didn’t want this to end so quickly.
Not fast enough because he wanted to make her come, damn it, and he wanted to come, too.
It had been so long since he’d felt this kind of pleasure, this kind of intimacy with a woman, and his body was reminding him of that fact, greedily reaching for every drop of sensation it could. And that included relishing every fine tremor that racked her body, and how her breaths grew more and more ragged as she approached climax.
“That’s it,” he urged. “It’s gonna feel so good when you come, Nina. Come for me, baby. Let me feel you shuddering around my—”