I was good with that.
“Condom,” I breathed.
He dipped his head and ran his tongue from the base of my throat, down my chest, between my br**sts, over my belly and he didn’t move his fingers until his tongue slid through my wet heat.
My neck and back arched and a long, silent moan escaped my throat.
He moved away, it took me a minute to recover as I heard sounds of foil ripping then my eyes opened when he stated low, “Call it.”
I looked at him. “Call what?”
His hand shot out, hooking me at the back of the neck, pulling me up off the bed, his other arm curled around my back and he tucked me close against his body.
“Until I know what you can take, and what you can’t, you call it.”
Warm rays of sun hit me.
“What?” I whispered.
“You want me to f**k you, you wanna ride me, you want it on your knees. Against the wall. On the floor. Bent over the back of your couch.” He paused, his face got closer, his voice more impatient as he demanded, “Baby… call it.”
My invisible sun warmed me deep to my soul.
“On your back, Creed,” I whispered.
He dropped us to our sides, rolled and lifted me even as I positioned my legs. I grabbed his c**k and he lowered me down as I guided it inside.
Fuck yeah.
I started moving, my eyes on him, his pinned to me.
“Hands to the headboard,” I demanded, watched his eyes flash and I ground down and kept grinding.
He lifted his hands to the headboard and I watched his fingers curl around.
My eyes went back to his face and I saw his jaw was hard.
He didn’t like that. That wasn’t his gig.
But he did it.
For me.
Fucking hell.
The heat of the rays of my sun burned deep.
I bent to him and kept moving on his c**k as I explored the skin of his neck, shoulders and collarbone with my mouth.
I ended at my scabbed-over mark on his neck and licked it.
His h*ps started bucking up to meet my downward glides.
“Yeah, baby,” I whispered in his ear.
Suddenly, both our bodies jerked up the bed and my head flew up to see he’d pulled us both up, his arms were now cocked, the muscles flexed and straining in his biceps, the veins in his forearms had popped out.
I looked to his face as our h*ps met over and over, rough, hard, fast, deep, beautiful.