around me. Holy Jesus, I love the way she responds to my touch. In fact, I love a lot of things about this woman.
Careful, Jay.
“You were all ready for me,” I murmur as I press kisses to her back.
“I sort of got started without you.” Her chuckle is soft, sexy, not at all apologetic, and I love how she owns her sexuality. “I was a mess of need, and you were taking so long.”
I chuckle at that, and her body vibrates against my mouth.
“No worries, I’m already there, babe,” I say and cup her breasts, squeezing gently. I don’t want to let her go, can’t seem to take my hands from her body, but I need protection. “Condom,” I whisper. “Don’t move.”
“My legs are too shaky to move,” she says, and I chuckle. “I swear to you, Jay, if you leave and I face-plant in this tub, I’ll die of embarrassment, for real this time.”
“How about this then?” Offering her my strength and support, I turn her around and scoop her up. She yelps and wraps her arms around me. “I need to get a condom, but I’m not taking any chances on you hurting yourself.”
Her lids fall slowly and open again. This time, she’s looking at me differently. Her eyes are still full of passion and want, but there’s something else there, something so sweet and appreciative, it instantly creates a deeper intimacy between us and twists something inside me. My heart pounds faster, and I try for air, but taking my next breath is just a little bit more difficult than it was a moment ago.
What the hell is happening to me? A guttural moan crawls out of my throat as realization hits. My need for this beautiful, lost girl with something to prove isn’t just physical. I try to swallow down all the things I’m feeling, fight for self-control, but I can’t seem to do it. Maybe I don’t want to, and maybe I’m in a whole lot of trouble here.
I carry her to my bed and set her down. She sprawls out, and when I stand back to admire her, she whimpers and reaches for me.
“Come here,” she says, positioning herself in the middle. Brain and body both saturated with pleasure, I grab a condom from my nightstand and put it on. She widens her legs for me, and my damn heart thunders in my ears. I crawl onto the bed and topple on top of her, pinning her down, ready to claim every inch of her.
Her hands slide around me, and I jerk my hips forward to bury myself in her. “Fuck,” I groan.
“So good, Jay.” She lifts her hips to seat me inside even higher. I rake my teeth over her shoulder, nip at her sweet-scented skin, and as her sex muscles tighten around me, dragging my climax closer and closer to the finish line, she murmurs, “Take me.”
I move my hips. God, I need this. Her. Everything. With my thoughts a chaotic mess and her muscles pulling me in deeper, she wets her bottom lip, her eyes hot with fire as they meet mine. My cock pulses, and I pull out, only to slide back in again. Why is sex with her so good? She whimpers, runs her hands down my back, and every little quiver in her body zaps my balls.
“I’m not going to last,” I say and find her mouth, plunge my tongue inside. I pick up the pace, fuck her a little faster, a little harder, and she writhes beneath my ministrations. Her fingers flex, her nails dig, and her cries fill the room. “Yeah, babe,” I say, her hot releases soaking my dick and sizzling my balls. I drive home, hold still, and toss my head back, coming on a hard growl. I spurt into her and curse under my breath.
“Mr. Honey Buns.” The words come from downstairs, and I go still inside Alyson. She chuckles against my neck, and it strokes my cock as more words rise up from below. “Moves like Jagger.”
“What the hell?” I say.
Alyson unsuccessfully tries to stifle a laugh. “I think you woke Capone.”
I drop down on top of her, moistures sealing our bodies. I bury my face in her neck, horrified. “You taught him to say that? That’s what you’ve been secretly whispering to him all week?”
“Who, me?”
I groan. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is going to be if he says it in front of someone?”