her with every bit of pent up frustrated energy built-up of a year’s worth of heated and unfulfilled desire for her.
Kat exhaled sharply. I’d literally taken her breath away. Good, because that made two of us. With sharp, violent thrusts, I drew back from her and pumped into her again. Again. Again. Hard, fierce, sharp. And when she fell forward, I yanked her up against me once more, only to pound her back down again. Pound, Push. Thrust.
My mind went somewhere, lost in the sensation of her, tight heat wrapped around me, the feel of her sweaty skin under my hands. I closed my eyes, happily lost in her.
Chapter 22
Katya
Fuck. Oh holy shit. This was… I couldn’t collect my thoughts. I was drowning in pleasure so soon after the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me. Now he had me rolled on my stomach and maintaining a merciless pace. The sensations were so intense I couldn’t catch my breath.
Who knew that calm, cool and distant Lucas could be a frenzied animal in bed?
I sure as hell hadn’t suspected it, though I may have fantasized about it more than once. He was definitely fit enough to sustain this breakneck pace and right now, I was just holding my own, along for the ride, so to speak.
My arms ached from holding myself up, pushing back against him to meet each fierce thrust. In spite of that, I could feel that tension building again. Wish shock I realized I was close to coming again.
And almost as if he sensed it, he stopped so abruptly that I gasped. Gently, he hooked a hand around my throat and pulled me up. I was kneeling, now, my back pressed to his heaving chest. He was winded. Sweat coated our skin, fusing us together. And though he wasn’t moving, he was still inside me. I twitched against him and he wrapped his other arm around my waist to hold me still.
His mouth was at my ear. “You are so fucking hot, Kat. You blow my mind.”
Instead of responding with words, I tried to move against him again. I’d been close again, damn it, and greedily, I wanted my next orgasm. The way he was holding me, his thumb tracing the column of my throat but not holding too tight… Somehow I found it incredibly arousing.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasped.
“Make me come, damn it.”
“You want to come? Again? So greedy.”
I reached up and over my shoulder to grab his head. Tilting my own head back, I pull him into a hot, fevered kiss, my tongue plunging into his mouth. All the while, our chests moved in unison, gasping for every spare bit of air. On the way from pulling back from the kiss, I let my teeth sink in. He liked it… I could tell by the way he surged inside of me.
“Fuck me,” he murmured.
“Yep, it’s what I’m doing right now. Now fuck me hard.”
He pushed into me again, then stopped, holding himself in deep. “You like this? You want more of it?”
I bucked against him. “Don’t get cocky.” Then I laughed at my own joke and he laughed with me.
Without further hesitation, the hand holding me at my waist released me and went to my clit instead, rubbing me there as his hips turned shallow circles. Oh God, more pleasure ripped through me. It took less than a minute as that build toward orgasm felt like a tornado, screaming vortex forming out of nowhere to suck me in. My back arched, I shouted his name. He surged again and threw his head back savoring the feel of my orgasm as he muttered his own hoarse, “Yes.”
I collapsed forward on the bed and he supported me while he drove himself to his own finish. With a stiffening and a quick intake of breath, he was coming. And I could feel it… everywhere. At the juncture where we were joined, on every square inch of my skin, in my core.
When he settled beside me, he didn’t say a word… just spooned me, pressing the length of his body to my own. We lay there, enjoying the fresh afternoon breeze that blew in through an open window. I dozed off with no other thought than this must be what true contentment felt like. I’d never had this before and had to admit. I could use a lot more of it.
I dozed fitfully for maybe a half hour before stirring to awareness. I was starving, never having had any of