She pushed her butt up to get him to move.
“Oh, not just yet, sweetheart.”
With a powerful hand, he gripped her right hip, holding her still. Reaching around with his left, he slickened a finger between her folds, then with unerring precision, he stroked her clit.
A glorious wave of heat swept over her, and she shuddered at the exquisite sensation of being held in place and forced to take the pleasure he was dealing out. “Di più, Bull, please,” she gasped.
“Not yet. I want you higher.” His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “When you come this time, my pretty screamer, you do it without making a sound. Understand?”
The edge of command in his voice shook her, but she nodded. No screaming in the park. But, but, but…
His finger continued the slow circling of her increasingly engorged nub, even as his shaft filled her to overflowing. As everything inside her tightened, as the sensations became overwhelming, she started to tremble.
A scream threatened, and he covered her mouth, even as his finger pressed harder on her clit. The controlling hand on her mouth and the way he had her pinned to the table with his weight somehow increased every sensation, tipping her over the precipice. A fireball of pleasure erupted and roared through her so hard that the world went white around her.
“Very nice,” he rumbled in her ear, moving his hand from her mouth.
Panting, she rode the last waves of sensation—and then he gripped her hips with both hands and began to thrust, hard and fast and deep. Plunging in, pulling out, his hold on her unbreakable, unyielding.
She could only grip the edges of the tabletop and hold on as another orgasm rolled over her, flattening her with mind-shattering pleasure. It lasted and lasted as he worked her with a glorious hammering.
By the time he lifted her hips for an even deeper penetration as he came inside her, she was a limp, sated body.
“Mmm.” Rather than pulling out and moving away, he lay with his chest over her back. His chin rubbed against the top of her head as he…cuddled…her. “You’ve ruined me for any sparring sessions. I’ll think of the way this one ended, get a hard-on, and not be able to fight at all.”
When his words registered, she busted out in giggles. “Try taekwondo with a wide stance. That’ll leave room for your massive equipment.”
She could feel his chest shake with his laugh. “Massive equipment, hmm? Pump my ego like that, and we’ll end up with another round or two on this picnic table.”
That would be amazing.
It also reminded her where they were. “We should move, actually, before someone finds us.”
“Gryff would give us warning. But you’re right.” Bull lifted up—and pulled out, the sensation making her spasm inside. How could she have come so hard and yet want more?
He moved away to the garbage container to deal with the condom. With a sigh, she started to push up off the table.
“Let me, sweetheart.” He bent, squeezed her buttocks with an appreciative hum, and pulled up her pants for her.
“Thanks.” As she stood all the way up, her head spun.
He steadied her with an arm around her waist. “Okay?” His frown created a deep line between his dark eyebrows.
“I’m good. Those were just really good orgasms.” At his chuckle, she grinned up at him, then patted his bare chest. It really was mesmerizing how his tanned skin stretched so tightly over the rock-hard pectorals. She could even run a finger between each horizontal line of abdominal muscle.
With a guttural growl, he took her hand in his. “We can continue this back at your cabin if you want.”
“We shouldn’t—” Disappointment stole her breath as he donned his shirt. He should never wear clothes. Ever.
Unfortunately, she had her own clothing to deal with. She picked up her bra. Before she could pull it on, he turned her so he could check her wounded arm. “Appears to be healing all right. I noticed you didn’t let it slow you down.”
“It’s fine. Just a bit sore.” His concern made her feel…funny, and she hurriedly pulled her damp sports bra over her head. Naturally, the tight elastic band rolled, and the fabric squished her full breasts into odd positions. Somewhere a demon laughed and rubbed its hands in sadistic delight. She hissed in exasperation.
“Need help?” Laughing, Bull unrolled the mess in the back. Putting her back against his chest, he slid his hand down the front of the bra and lifted her left