His hands fastened at her waist and pulled her over him. She straddled him, but wished she’d thought to ask him to undress before she pulled him into bed with her. The ridge of his cock pressed against her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel his cock pushing deep inside her and the heat of his body as they moved against each other.
His hands swept up her thighs, gathering her nightgown along the way. He drew the fabric up revealing her stomach and higher until she lifted her arms so he could pull it free. The moment he flung the gown away, his hands went straight to her breasts. He lifted and squeezed the mounds.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the firm touch of his calloused fingers. Her hips jerked when his fingers plucked at her nipples. The sensation streaked down her body. The fiery heat seemed connected to her clit and the tightening feeling low in her stomach. Her thighs tightened around his hips and she ground down against him.
She wanted to come, but she wanted his cock deep inside her when she did. She needed to feel him thrusting into her and know that he’d find as much satisfaction as she did. It was a struggle, but she had to force something other than moans and pleas past her lips.
“Your pants.” Even though she ached to feel his cock inside her, she couldn’t stay still. Her hips rocked forward, riding the ridge of his shaft through his pants. The texture of the fabric against her sensitive clit nearly had her eyes rolling up in the back of her head.
His hands clasped her hips and he guided her movements for a moment before he grimaced and rolled them until her back pressed against the mattress. “Give me a moment and we’ll get right back to this.”
He rolled off the bed and then tore at the laces on his pants. She muffled a giggle as he muttered curses when the strings knotted. As soon as the ties loosened, he pushed them down. Muscle rippled beneath the light golden skin of his thighs. Her eyes locked on the thick length of his cock. She wanted that.
He stripped out of those pants in the space of a breath. She smiled as he left the pants where they fell and then crawled back onto the bed. Licking her lips, she reached for him. His arm slid under her shoulders and he pulled her close as his head lowered in a fierce kiss. The scrape of his teeth over her lips sent a shot of hunger through her.
She didn’t want to resist, much less try to pull away from the growing pleasure. The way he and Colm made her feel was amazing. She didn’t even remember her scars when they were looking at her at times such as these. All that mattered was the touch of their hands and the hunger that rose higher with each breath.
When his lips brushed over her jaw, she groaned at the loss of his lips on hers. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. Even though they were pressed almost completely body to body, she wanted him closer. She wriggled and strained against him.
His breath hissed through his lips as her nails sunk into his skin. He turned her until her back pressed against the mattress and he loomed over her. His hands shackled hers, the grip loose, but still holding her as he drew her sharp fingernails away from his shoulders. He pressed her hands down to the bed beside her head. She arched, pulling at her arms to free them. She wanted to touch and stroke and make him crazy with desire.
His eyes bored into hers and she could see the tension in his face now. He seemed to come to some decision and before she could work out why he was suddenly serious, his mouth fastened over one of her nipples. His teeth scraped and his tongue flicked driving her insane. He freed one of her hands, but growled when she tried to lift it from the bed.
“Leave it there.” His voice rumbled against her skin as he licked and nipped teasingly all around the swollen mound.
She shivered, willing to do anything for him as long as he continued the delicious attention to her breast. He hummed in satisfaction when her hand fell back to the bare mattress. The sound ricocheted straight to her core. The muscles in her pussy tightened