this way, slick and hot around me with no barriers.
She maneuvered herself lower until my shaft was between her legs, brushing against my hand. “Inside me.”
I grinned into her neck. She was going to kill me. “Not yet.” I ground my palm against the top of her pussy. I couldn’t see what the hell I was doing around the forest of red curls in my face, but I knew her body already. I could get her off like this, without even making direct contact with her tight little clit.
I wanted to watch her, hear her, taste her as she melted down around me, but I needed to extend the torture a little more. Even if I was being tortured as well.
She reached down as if to help.
“Nuh-uh. Hands up and put them behind my head.”
“Yours? You do realize how short I am?’ She gasped even as she reached back eagerly.
“Stretch that delicious body of yours. I know you can do it.” I nipped her neck and added a third finger.
Her nails bit into my neck as she undulated against me. With each twist of her hips, my dick got wetter as she flowed through my fingers. “So fucking ready for me. So wet for me.”
“Yes. For anything. Please.” Her voice was husky and broken.
“Hold onto me.” I pinched her nipple, and then slid my hand up to her neck and held her down against me. Her head slid slightly to my shoulder and gave me more access to her throat and ear. I nipped her lobe. “Tighter.”
Her nails dug into my neck and scraped my shoulders as she strained up.
Her pulse fluttered under my hand as I tightened my hold just a little more until she groaned out my name, slipping into a scream as I finger-fucked her and rubbed my cock against the flesh just below my fingers, grinding along the cleft of her ass until she was mindless.
“Teagan,” I growled into her ear and nearly came with her, but I wanted inside of her.
Needed to pound into her.
I rolled us both over, so she was on her stomach. And then, with one stroke, I was inside.
Into the darkness and bliss that was Teagan’s sweet pussy.
I nailed her into the mattress, the pace rocketing and erratic. I couldn’t control myself or the driving need to own and brand.
I reared up on my knees and gripped her hips, arrowing inside her again and again. Her soft, pale flesh was so fragile compared to my tanned, roughened hands.
Teasingly, I dragged my thumb along the cleft of her ass and nudged the puckered pink skin above my driving cock.
She pushed pillows out of the way and crawled for the headboard.
“Are you trying to get away from me?” I slowed enough to dip my head to scrape my teeth up her sweat-soaked back.
“No. I just want to hold on. I need you to fuck me harder.”
“Fuck.” I love you. It echoed in my brain and slammed like my kick drum.
I pushed that down, focusing on her body and the finish line that would knock some sense back into me.
She grabbed the headboard with one hand, her knees widening to take me as she reached back for me and guided me home.
I went right for her neck, gathering all that glorious red hair into my fist. “I want to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle. Fuck me, Cooper. Make me stop aching, please.”
I nipped her neck, knowing it would be one more brand, then braced my hands on the headboard beside hers and slammed inside of her. For every powerhouse snap of my hips, she met me with her softness and steely determination.
She matched me in every way.
Took all my rough edges and evened them out with her strength.
She turned to me, her bluebell eyes blown out. She was in that space between here and lost. I was too on the edge to do much more than kiss her roughly before bringing my hand down to where we were enmeshed. She was so swollen and used.
By me.
Mine.
“Please.” She reached between her legs and touched my balls, the nick of her nails tumbling me headlong into a freefall.
I gripped her hair, pulling her head back as her screams matched my guttural, nearly sonic groan of her name.
I came so hard the room blackened. The midday sun was swallowed up by the tiny slice of calm before the roar of reality when I was dropped back into my bed to find us in a crumple of legs