I tasted me on him and I whimpered into his mouth.
He f**ked me harder and faster.
I pulled a leg from around him, shoved my foot into the floor and rolled him to his back. Then I rode him, even harder and faster, concentrating on giving it to him, to me, so he took over taking my mouth.
His lips broke from mine and, his big hand at the back of my head, he shoved my face in his neck and growled, “Harder, baby.”
I went harder.
Faster.
He kept growling. “Fuck, need more. I gotta f**k you.”
“I f**k you,” I panted, my breaths hitching, my blood singing.
It was building. Again.
Yes, it was building huge.
“Gotta f**k you,” Creed ground out then he flipped me to my back and took over, h*ps grinding and that felt so f**king good, so deep, so rough. It was so goddamned beautiful, my mouth opened slowly, my head gliding back, exposing my throat and his lips and tongue took it.
His hands went to my hips, yanking me up to take him deeper.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His hands slid up the sides of thighs to my knees and up, swinging my calves in. I dug my heels in and held on tight as his hands moved to my arms, lifting them up over my head. He circled my wrists, pressed them into the rug and I froze, my head righting, my eyes locked to his face.
My voice was ragged and not with sex when I demanded, “Don’t hold me down.”
His head was tipped down, his eyes to our bodies but at the sound of my voice, my tone, they shot to my face and his h*ps stilled on an inward thrust.
“Creed, don’t hold me down!” I snapped and he let my wrists go as a flash shot through his eyes.
He moved one hand to the side my face, his eyes also moving over it and his voice was ragged too, not with sex, not with what had been in mine but the emotion ran just as deep when he whispered, “Jesus, baby.”
“Fuck me, Creed,” I demanded and his gaze came to mine.
“Let’s slow it down,” he said gently.
“Fuck me,” I repeated.
“Sylvie, baby –”
I lifted my head and took his lower lip between my teeth giving it a nip. I released it and, face close, eyes all we could see, I bit out, “Creed. Fuck me.”
We held each other’s eyes.
Then he moved, gathering me in his arms, he got to his knees then to his feet. His c**k still deep inside me, he took two long strides then I was back to the couch and he was f**king me.
He went for my mouth but I turned my head and shoved my face in his neck, holding on with my arms and legs, tight. Tipping my h*ps to meet his thrusts, I erased everything from my brain but what was going on between my legs. I searched for it, reached for it and found it, my head rearing back into the cushions as I cried out my release. The pleasure, as it always did, driving away the pain.
Only bigger. Better.
Much bigger.
Way better.
I kept tight hold of him, burying my face back in his neck and keeping it there until Creed found his.