Spiky lashes lowered, obscuring his eyes. The muscles in his arms rippled, twitched. A ragged breath was his only reply. Then,thank you, he delved through her damp curls, intent on ending her torment. Trembling fingers skimmed her seam, lingered, parted,thrust.
At the same time, his thumb found her clit, knowing exactly where, how,why.
The cherry atop the passion cupcake, he kissed her deeply, a tortured moan rumbling in his throat as his hand worked from side to side, each stroke harder, more deliberate. A passionate fury flared in her stomach, spreading like lava, scorching every inch of her body. She was weightless, as misty and light as the fog blanketing the fields just beyond her door.
This wasmuchbetter than doing it herself; Jaime had it right about that.
Lost in a tempest of sensation, she was only vaguely aware of him pulling away—his hand gone, the kiss broken—as he shifted to the side. The sudden loss threw her completely off-kilter, and she met his amused gaze head-on. “You know the distress you’re causing me, don’t you?”
He grinned and held up a shiny square packet. “Safety, ma’am.”
“Well, buckle up for safety.” Hitching up on her elbow, Fontana snatched the condom from him and tore the foil open with her teeth. “Hold it steady, will you?”
He released a sharp gust of laughter but followed orders, shifting his weight and reaching between them. The brush of his knuckles across her pussy sent a hot jolt of longing through her, stalling any immediate plans for revenge.
She needed him too much right now.
But there was always later. She was very good at holding a grudge.
Fontana fisted her hand around his hardlength, then stroked—twice—more attention than the task warranted. His lids fluttered, his chest expanding on a measured breath.
She nearly came right there, watching him try to control himself.
“You always take it this slowly during sex, Atlanta?” she asked and gave his balls the gentlest of caresses.
He hesitated, his gaze drifting somewhere beyond her shoulder. “Never,” he finally admitted, his voice barely audible. “I could have made you come before, but I wanted tofeelyour release—to my depths.”
She had no reply to his raw confession, only the sharp ache of need as she worked his cock into place. She wasn’t gentle, wasn’t particularly skilled, but he seemed to like it.
Before releasing him, she couldn’t resist rubbing his swollen crown in circles around her lips, pulling tortured groans from them both.
It was a stalwart woman who didn’t climax then and there. Because she wanted to fuck Campbell True more than she’d wanted to fuck anyone in her life.
Easing into her in deviously gradual degrees, he clenched his teeth as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple and across his cheek. “Ever had”—he swiped the moisture away with his shoulder—“a rug burn, Hellcat?”
“Yep.” She sighed as he slid another tantalizing inch, her arms snaking around his back for leverage. “Mmm...but never an orgasm during sex.”
Like a storm breaking, as if her words had taken him over the edge, Campbell splintered. Capturing her aroused cry with his mouth, he grasped her buttocks and pulled her flush against him, pelvis to pelvis. Reckless, he buried himself to the hilt, driving deeper with each thrust.
“You’re so goddamn tight. So wet,” he rasped, his words almost a growl. “A perfect fit.”
Long, precise thrusts moved them across the floor,her shoulder knocking the wall, the rug bunching beneath her. When his mouth found her breasts again—his hands everywhere, cradling, teasing, demanding—she could only manage a breathless whimper, fingers twisting in his hair.
Pure pleasure consumed her as he filled her, again and again. Lifting to meet him, she matched the deliberate rotation of his hips, the increasing urgency of his pace.
Her orgasm started low in her belly, spiraling outward to her toes, her fingers, her scalp.
A prolonged, high voltage stretch.
“Let it ride,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot, his words strained. “Don’t try to manage it.”
She blossomed more than anything in her garden. Glorious, soaring, unrestrained freedom. His weight her only tether, wonderfully lewd,carnal. They were moist skin and desperation, mindless, bundled passion. When he reached between their bodies, she wondered what he could possibly do that he hadn’t already done.
Naïve girl. Her clit sang beneath his touch.
Okay.Oh.Amazing.
Her scream wasn’t horror-movie worthy, but it was loud.
