up against the wall, and I want you riding my dick.”
My eyes light up.
He rolls on the condom. “You like that last one?”
“I do. But I want you to control me. Can you do it like that?”
“Kitten, I can fuck you from beneath you, no problem.” With the protection on, he winks and falls to his back on the bed. “Get on me.”
I climb over him, straddling his big, strong body. He holds the base of his cock, and I position myself over him then sink down.
I shudder as he fills me.
I’m so wet, he’s all the way inside me in an instant. He grabs my hips, groaning. “You’re delicious. So tight on my dick.”
Hot tingles spread across my body, darting over my shoulders and sprinting down my arms as I linger on the intensity of taking him in. He’s so deep, I swear I can feel him stretching me. He takes the reins, grabbing my hips. With his fingers digging firmly into my flesh, he thrusts up into me, hard and rough.
Even though I’m on top, he’s fully in charge, guiding me up and down with a rhythm so right, so intense, I know it won’t take long. I’m riding him, but he’s fucking me, and I’m racing toward heaven.
Knowing that, feeling it deep in my bones, I let go. I let him do all the work, jutting up his hips, stroking into me as I thread my fingers through my hair, moaning and panting.
“Kitten,” he growls. “You’re so fucking sexy like that. Touching yourself. Playing with your hair. Let me see you touch your tits.”
I part my lips on a pant and slide my hands down my body, cupping my breasts.
He pushes up harder, faster, deeper. “Yeah, do that. Squeeze them. Tease your nipples.”
Pleasure coils in my belly as I knead, as I squeeze, while he strokes up into me. My gasps grow louder, more frequent, and his thrusts turn more frantic. He keeps fucking up into me as I lose myself more and more to the sensations, to the utter intensity of this moment in the darkness of his room.
Desire and lust radiate down my spine, ripple to my toes. Pleasure consumes every cell, and I want to fall into this moment, to ride this sensation to the edge of the Earth.
“I’m close,” I whisper.
“Let me get you all the way there.” With his hands still on my hips, he spreads his fingers wide enough to stroke my clit with his thumb.
And the second he does, I know I’m gone.
I’ve hit the point of no return, and I’m galloping toward the cliff.
I see the strain in his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. He gazes at me with a longing I’ve never seen before. Like he’s as lost to this pleasure as I am. Like there’s never been sex like this before and we’re the only ones who’ve ever felt this wild, this intense, this connected.
That’s what I see in him. That’s what I want to keep seeing, again and again.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs as his thumb slides over me, and I shatter.
Coiling, tightening, sinking onto him as I shake, the orgasm pouring its bliss from a pitcher, covering every inch of me. I fall against his chest, wildly bucking, coming apart, shouting incoherent noises of ecstasy.
He grabs my ass hard and pumps up at a fevered pace. Before I’m even aware of what’s happening, he flips us over, moving me to my hands and knees. He drives into me, pushing his hand on my back. I lower my chest to the bed, lifting my ass, and he goes to town. Owning my body. Taking his pleasure. Giving me more. I’m boneless, mindless, melting into another orgasm that pounds relentlessly through me as he finds his with a feral roar. “Coming. Coming so fucking hard.”
Growling, he unleashes himself, and it’s wild and crazed and the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
It’s everything I wanted it to be.
It’s everything great sex should be.
And I don’t want it to end. I don’t want us to end. I want more and more of him.
That’s the trouble. He’s in, far and deep, and my want for him has only multiplied.
25
Derek
Perri clears her throat, shooting me a most serious stare. “Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?”
I give her a sideways glance. Damn, she looks good curled up next to me, her red hair spilling over my chest. Absently, I stroke a few strands. “Elephant? What elephant?” I