Moving On (Rolling Thunder #7) - P.J. Fiala Page 0,54

his lips she mumbled, "Let's go to bed so you're comfortable."

"Comfortable isn't what I want right now, Lu."

She giggled against his lips. "By comfortable I meant, you can lay there while I ride you."

"That's what I want."

Chase began walking backwards and she followed him closely, never moving her hands away from him, their lips continuing to test and taste each other. Once they reached the bedroom door, his hands slid to her ass, then came back up and cupped her breasts. Pinching her nipples until they puckered, and she let out a groan. He sat slowly on the edge of the bed and she pulled away long enough to finish pulling his briefs down his legs. On her way back up, she licked her way up his cock and quickly sucked him into her mouth.

The groan that sounded from deep in his chest told her everything she needed to know. She pulled up then sucked her way back down to the base of his cock and he slowly laid back on the bed, his breath coming in sharp pants. His balls drew up tight to his body and she was sad it would be over soon. Stopping she stood up, pulled her t-shirt and bra off and let them fall to the floor. His eyes roved over her body and it was almost as if she could feel him touching her the way he looked at her.

Unzipping her jeans, she shimmied them over her hips, giving him a bit of a show, her breasts swaying with the movement. She did the same thing with her panties and on her way back up, she fondled a breast in each hand. He growled and she loved it.

Smiling she slowly climbed up on the bed and straddled his body eager to feel him inside of her once again. She was wet, so sliding down onto his cock was easy and watching his eyes roll to the back of his head made it all worth it. She enjoyed rocking his world. She enjoyed it a lot.

Leaning forward, she captured his lips with hers, sliding her tongue inside his mouth and tasting him completely. His hands rested on her hips and squeezed. Hard. Then he began pumping her up and down with his arms. Sitting up she continued her show while she rode him careful not to make him move too much and cause him pain. She hated that he was in pain.

She watched his face closely and when his eyes bore into hers, she smiled, rocked her hips a few times then continued her up and down movements. Her skin heated, her body tired now, she needed to keep going to finish what she'd started.

Not sure where to put her hands since his chest was laced with bruises, he held his hands up for her to grasp and she locked her fingers in his. His arms offered her the support she needed to hasten her movements. The feel of him sliding in and out of her was the best feeling in the world. He'd always filled her perfectly.

A fire roared through her and settled between her legs and when she dropped down onto him again, her orgasm burned through her as fast a brush fire. Hot and quick.

She gasped and his hands unlocked from hers and clamped onto her hips as his hips rose up to meet her. The groan from deep in his chest escaped and his eyes closed as the expression of ecstasy formed on his lips. Simply. Amazing.

She dropped down over him, her elbows resting next to his ears, her face nestled in the soft space between his shoulder and his neck. The musk of his scent filled her lungs and his arms wrapped around her. There was no place on earth she'd rather be than right here, right now.

The sound of a motorcycle revving up outside caught her attention and she sat up and looked over her shoulder to the front of the house. Another motorcycle joined the first and then a third.

She rolled off Chase and he rolled over to find an easier position to help him sit up. Opting for lying on his stomach and letting his legs touch the floor, he then used his arms to lift himself up. She watched his fine ass as he walked to his dresser and pulled clean underwear from the top drawer, a new t-shirt and a pair of jeans and walk to the bathroom. She took that time to clean