When she shimmies out of the soft pink material and lies back completely naked, I have to take a few moments to count to ten. To think about something other than this woman—the woman—lying in front of me. I close my eyes and thank my lucky stars to be right where I am this evening.
“Are you joining me?” Her words break into my thoughts, and when I glance back her way, I realize there’s no turning back. She’s lying there, touching herself the way I had my hands on her before. Her fingers slide between her lips caressing her swollen clit.
A growl escapes from my throat as I quickly remove my pants, my boxer briefs off as well in one fluid motion. I rip off my socks and finally join her on the bed. Her long legs wrap around my waist as I press her into the mattress. “You were going to start that part without me?”
I catch the hint of a blush in the moonlight reflecting through the windows. “I was hoping you’d join me.”
My lips crash against hers, my tongue delving deep into her mouth simulating exactly what I long to do with my cock. My hands are everywhere. Her hips, her tits, her neck. I can’t stop touching, nor do I ever want to. She tilts her pelvis upward, my cock rubbing against her wetness. Without even moving, we’re lined up expertly.
As if we were made for each other.
So I flex my hips, pushing home. Home, buried all the way to the hilt. Home, with her in my arms. We both moan in pleasure as she adjusts to my size. Raw desire threatens to overcome my senses, but I refuse to let it. Not yet.
Slowly, I pull out and thrust forward, filling her completely. She hitches her legs up higher, tilting her pelvis and giving me better access. My hips move precisely, yet I can already feel the frantic craving threatening to take over. It won’t take long and I won’t be able to slow down, won’t be able to stop myself from driving us both toward the finish line.
Her nails bite into my back, causing my thrusts to become a little more hurried. Lena moves her mouth to my neck and sucks hard, most likely leaving a trace behind. Suddenly, all I can think about is marking her too. Sucking on her neck, her tits, and her back until little purple marks are left in the wake. But I don’t.
At least, not yet.
Her pussy starts to grip my cock as every ounce of blood I possess makes its way to that single concentrated area. My eyes find hers once more, a look of wonder and pure desire illuminating from those green orbs. I thrust hard and rock my hips, grinding my pelvis against her clit. Her back arches off the bed and her pussy grips me even tighter, and that’s when I realize I’m there. Shit, I’m past it.
The point of no return.
I thrust hard, ignoring the sweat building around my forehead. Her eyes lock on mine, and I can tell she’s close. She’s almost there. “Mack?” she grunts as I piston forward. When I pause, she adds, “Make me come.”
So I do.
I pin her arms over her head and drive into her body. I feel the moment her orgasm sweeps through her. Her grip is so fierce I know I can’t ward off my own release. My spine tingles and my hips move on their own, my body now barreling toward the end.
Lena gasps, followed by a moan of pleasure in the form of my name. I explode like a bomb, my body shaking and convulsing as I pump everything I have into her. Her name spills from my own lips as my muscles give out and I slide onto the bed, with her pinned beneath me. She rubs my sweaty back and kisses my stubbled jaw, never once asking me to remove my body weight from her chest. She just holds me tightly and lets me breathe.
When I know I must be crushing her, I move to the side, pulling her along with me until we’re face-to-face. I push a clump of hair from her eyes, her earlier hairdo a total mess now. My lips seek hers out, only this time, the kiss is tender and sweet.
As much as I hate to move, I know we need to clean up a little bit. “Stay right here,”