Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,33

best not to laugh as he lit candles in a big candelabra that definitely didn’t fit his bathroom decor. I’d wondered if he’d grabbed it off his dining room table, but once he’d focused his intense attention on me, those thoughts had dwindled away.

Romance obviously done, he scooped me up and ran to the bed as I giggled. With a playful grin, he tossed me onto the comforter. I had to fight covering myself as my boobs jiggled.

Like a predator, he stalked me up the bed. When he settled between my spread legs and rested on his elbows over me, I again grabbed his hair.

With a teasing tug, I pulled him to kiss me. The blaze ignited as soon as our lips met. Breaking away, he suckled on my shoulder, nipping and soothing it with his tongue. He did that to every bit of my skin he could reach from his position.

Desperate, my hips arched up into him, and I searched for more.

The rustle of his movements in the drawer of his bedside table preceded him lifting his head. I missed his lips immediately. With a lustful gaze, I watched as he knelt between my legs and tore open the square wrapper.

Suddenly bold, I took it from him. “Let me.”

I took the slippery disk and reached down. He moved to rest on his fists on either side of my head. Not letting go of his gaze, I stroked his thick length as he slowly thrust into my hand. Gathering the moisture from the tip, I swirled it around the end. As I played, his head dropped slightly, and he groaned.

“Fuck, Sydney. Put it on now. Otherwise I’m gonna shove my cock in that tight cunt and fuck you bare.” His pupils were dark and large as he panted above me. Power surged within me at the tenuous grip he held on himself because of me. As quickly as my suddenly fumbling hands would allow me, I rolled it down as far as it would go.

I’d barely let go before he had it lined up and circling in the almost embarrassing amount of wetness covering me.

“Goddamn,” he groaned as he clenched his eyes for a moment.

“Hurry,” I whimpered in impatient desperation. Bold, his eyes opened and held mine as he slowly began to feed his generous length into my tight channel. God, he was so thick, it was painful for a moment. I appreciated that he worked his way in, allowing my body to accommodate him slowly.

Once he was fully seated, I realized I’d been holding my breath and let it out in a blissful huff. My slick walls gripped him tightly, and he dropped his head to my shoulder with a moan.

“Jesus. Go easy,” he gritted out, and turned to rest his face against my neck. But I couldn’t. The need for him to move was too great, and I thrust my hips up with a grinding twist. Seeking more friction, I continued to rub against him.

Fire lit his eyes as he raised his head to stare at me. In protest, I whimpered and tried to regain the contact of my clit against his flesh. With a dark look, he pulled nearly all the way out as he straightened his arms to look down on me. A quick snap of his hips had him deep inside my heat, wringing a grunt from me.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he buried himself in me again. My nails dug into his forearms where they were braced on either side of my head. Several more thrusts, and a fine sheen of sweat began to break out on his forehead. “I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he warned.

“I don’t care, Alex.” Honestly, he felt so good, I could barely think straight. My reply was enough to unleash a beast in him that sent us both hurtling toward a precipice of epic proportions.

Over and over, he plunged into me as I wrapped my legs around his and raised my hips to meet every thrust. It wasn’t long before that familiar surge of erotic pressure started building. The explosion hit me, and my head bowed as waves of pure ecstasy slammed into me.

“Alex!” I ground out as I rode the blissful pulses. He tensed over me and stilled. I thought he was going to come, but he exercised Herculean willpower. Then I lost myself to sensation.

By the time I came down from my high, I was bonelessly sated.

“Turn over,” he demanded as he helped me flip