“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, redoubling my efforts. “Come for me. Let me taste every drop of you.”
Her back arched off the bed as she shattered, crying out my name as waves of pleasure washed over her. I didn’t let up, working her through her orgasm until she pushed weakly at my shoulders, oversensitive.
I kissed my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my lips when I reached her mouth. She kissed me hungrily, her hands roaming over my back and shoulders.
“My turn,” she whispered, pushing at my chest until I rolled onto my back.
Beth slithered down my body, her hair tickling my skin as she moved. When her hot mouth closed around the head of my cock, I nearly came on the spot.
“Fuck, Beth,” I groaned, fisting the sheets to maintain control.
She hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head before she took me deeper, her hand working what couldn’t fit in her mouth.
The sight of her red hair spread across my thighs, her lips stretched around my cock, was almost too much to bear. Ireached down to brush her hair back, wanting to see her face as she pleasured me.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” I told her, my voice strained.
Her eyes met mine, filled with mischief as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. I felt my control slipping and gently tugged her hair.
“Stop, baby,” I warned. “I don’t want to come like this.”
Beth released me with a wet pop, crawling back up my body. “How do you want me?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
In answer, I flipped us again, positioning myself between her spread thighs. The head of my cock nudged at her entrance, making us both shudder with anticipation.
“Protection?” she gasped, ever practical even in the throes of passion.
I reached for my discarded pants, retrieving a condom from my wallet. Beth took it from me, tearing the packet open and rolling it onto my length with torturous slowness.
Once sheathed, I returned to my position, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. I paused there, wanting to savor this moment of reconnection.
“Tell me you want this,” I demanded, needing to hear the words.
“I want you,” she affirmed, her hands sliding down to grip my ass. “I need you inside me, Sean. Now.”
With one powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt. We both cried out at the sensation—her tight heat surrounding me, stretching to accommodate my size. I stilled, giving her time to adjust and myself a moment to regain control.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. “So tight, so perfect.”
“Move,” she urged, lifting her hips impatiently.
I withdrew slowly before driving back in, establishing a rhythm that had us both gasping. Each thrust pushed her further up the small bed until her head nearly hit the wall. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back down as I continued to pound into her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, my voice rough with exertion. “To be fucked like this? Hard and deep?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder, Sean. I need more.”
I gave her what she asked for, driving into her with increasing force. The tiny bed creaked in protest beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall with each thrust. In the back of my mind, I worried about disturbing the neighbors, but I couldn’t bring myself to care—not when Beth was writhing beneath me, taking everything I had to give.
“You’re mine,” I growled, the possessive words escaping before I could stop them. “Say it, Beth. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her eyes locked on mine. “And you’re mine, Sean McCrae. Don’t you forget it.”
Her words triggered something primal in me. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper. Beth’s eyes widened as I struck a particularly sensitive spot.
“There!” she cried, her hands grasping at my back. “Right there!”
I maintained the angle, hitting that spot with each thrust. Her inner walls began to flutter around me, signaling her approaching climax.
