jeans rubbed against her skin. She kissed him then, full and deep as her fingers speared through his hair. Her mouth toured his. The firm chin, the forceful lips. She loved his boldness. Loved the feel of him under her.
Sitting back as far as his arms wrapped around her would allow, she skimmed her shirt and sweater up her body and over her head. Before she even lowered her arms, his hands were on her, cupping her breasts, massaging as he ran a thumb across one nipple.
Her breath left in a rush and a sigh hit the tip of her tongue. She bit it all back as he slipped the bra straps down her arms, letting them fall. Then his mouth was on her. His tongue sweeping over one nipple then the other. He sucked and licked, not sparing any inch of skin from his mind-blowing attention.
Her head tipped back as the sensations rippled through her. “God, yes.”
He mumbled something against the underside of her breast and she felt the deep voice rumble against her. She couldn’t make out the words. Didn’t care. Her hands pressed on the back of his head, holding him close as she rubbed her lower body up and down over the bulge in his jeans.
Minutes passed, and his clothes stayed on. But his hands moved. One swept down her body in a lazy trail. He held her hips still as a finger pushed up inside her. In and out, making her grow wet and restless with each pass. His mouth continued its massage. Every inch of her trembled from the touching and tasting.
“Everything off.” He mumbled the words as he unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor.
Before she could shift or catch a breath, he unbuttoned his jeans. His hand slipped around behind him and he pulled a condom out of his back pocket.
For some reason him being ready both warmed and amused her. “You were carrying it on you?”
“Call me hopeful.”
His beard scratched her neck in the most delicious way. He turned her inside out. Made her feel raw and open, like there wasn’t an inch of her he didn’t intend to conquer. Not selfish. No, this was about mutual satisfaction. He primed her body until her hips bucked and she pushed down harder to feel his finger slide in deeper.
He had her wound up and ready. She plucked the condom out of his hand and ripped off the wrapper. Forget pulling those jeans off or rolling him to the floor. She did want to ride him. Hard and fast until the room shook.
The warm room kept the chill off her body. So did the big man underneath her. His finger shifted, and her breath caught. Then his mouth moved to her neck and he did it again. He touched a part of her that had her insides clenching with the need to release, and she wanted to be wrapped around him when that happened.
Unable to wait another second, she slipped his briefs down and released his impressive cock. Thick and long, just as she guessed from looking at the rest of him. She tightened her hand and slipped it up and down. Swirled her thumb over the tip before plunging her palm to the base again.
This close she could see his breathing tick faster. Feel his heavy breaths against her cheek and hair.
“Now, Nat.”
Something about hearing the nickname on his tongue, so casual and sweet, had her rushing. With the help of his hand on her hips, she lifted up on her knees. He rolled the condom on the second before she sank down. His sigh sounded like a “yes,” but she couldn’t be sure because a haze had fallen over her and clouded her brain.
His tip pressed inside her, stretching her as her inner muscles pulsed. Tension pulled his shoulders tight as his hands gripped her back. A mix of excitement and need pounded off him. She could feel every nerve ending zap to life when she leaned down and kissed him.
“Ride me,” he whispered into her mouth. His hands guided her as she took him in deeper. She heard a groan, long and gruff, and realized it came from inside her.
His body moved in time with hers. She pressed and he pushed. The bounce of the cushion underneath him added to the friction. Her breath came out in pants with each plunge inside of her. Every cell went wild. She felt his body around her, in her. His mouth