Our bodies find a rhythm. As I plunge forward, Tori’s hips lunge up to meet me, absorbing every inch. Burying my restraint. Over and over again, I drive hard and deep into her greedy heat.
Her walls squeeze tighter around me, and her nails scratch her pleasure into my skin. I reach up to punish her nipple with a pinch, and Tori’s head falls back, sinking into the pillow. She’s a goddess lying there, eyes closed and her hair a riot of brown tangled waves splayed out across the crisp white linen.
My rhythm turns wild and frenzied. This is what she does to me, crumbling any earlier sense of control.
I drive into her again and again. And her moans and murmurings beg me for more. Until I can’t hold back for another second. My sight clouds with passion.
I quickly withdraw.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she complains while her knees try to hold me in place.
“Roll over,” I demand.
“Great idea.” She releases the leg grip and turns over.
When she’s on her tummy and I’m staring at her gorgeous ass, I lift her hips up and shove one of the pillows under them. Flicking her hair over one shoulder, she watches me line up behind her. With one quick swipe of my cock through her soaking folds, I pull back, then plunge forward.
It’s pure bliss the way her body takes me fully.
Her breath escapes from her lungs on a loud, exhaled, “Y-e-e-sss.”
With one hand wrapped in her hair and the other seeking her clit, I pump into her even harder than before. Neither one of us is holding back as we search for release.
Tori finds her climax first on a scream that bounces off my bedroom walls.
My balls draw up and my vision blurs. Nothing else exists but this woman in this exquisite moment as I come long and hard. Our cries release and merge into one, filling the room with grunts and bellowed groans.
“You’re amazing,” she eventually says, her voice filled with awe as what little strength she had left leaves her and she collapses down onto the mattress.
Tori is the one who’s amazing, not me. “That was wild,” I agree, pulling out of her and disposing of the condom in the nearby trash can. I’m a bit surprised by how out of control we really were.
Lying back on a fluffed-up pillow, I pull her into my arms, her head coming to rest against my chest. The heat of her body against mine seeming to seep through the layers of skin to my soul beneath. Tori is perfect in every way.
“Are you hungry?” I murmur into her silky hair and take in another breath of wildflowers. My heart beats a steady, calm rhythm. I could spend the rest of the night right here.
“I think I need another shower,” she murmurs, and I can hear the smile in her tone even if I can’t see her expression.
She leans up onto her elbow while leaving one hand pressed to the center of my chest like she owns me. In a way, she does after that earth-shattering climax.
“Are you going to join me?” she asks.
My cock twitches, already thickening. And when her darkened gaze wanders over every ridge and muscle, down to my semi-erect shaft, she smiles. She has her answer. Everything about this woman turns me on. Even when I’ve just filled the condom with cum while buried deep inside her, I still want more.
She bounds out of bed with the agility of the athlete I’ve learned that she is. I take her hand, liking the way her fingers slip into mine with an ease of familiarity that’s difficult to comprehend when we’ve spent so little time together.
Her smile is sweet, but what goes on in her mind, I’m discovering, is definitely not. And I like that a lot.
Chapter twelve
Tori
Asingle shard of blinding sunlight sneaks through the gap in the heavy brocade curtains, illuminating Gio’s naked body lying prone in the bed beside me. Poor man is exhausted. Except for that one part of his body that seems to be permanently standing at attention.
A broad grin stretches my mouth wide with the memories of last night. The way he filled me, pushing my body over the edge into orgasm so many times that, somewhere in the early hours of the morning, I lost count. Turned on my side, I fold my hands together under my cheek and continue to rake my gaze hungrily over his ripped abs and muscled pecs. That body is the result of some seriously tough workouts.
Do I dare wake him with a surprise? I wonder, gazing down at the source of so much of my pleasure overnight. He had no issue stirring me from sleep in the most delicious of ways. I squeeze my thighs together where a new flood of desire is pooling. Mybody is a little sore after the sexy workout it’s had; after all, it had been a long time since I was with a man.
Sadness pinches my heart when I remember that my last was Billy. I squeeze back the tears that spring to my eyes at the memory of the last time I saw my friend. It had been a usual Saturday night out drinking with my sister and a group of friends at our local pub. What wasn’t as common was that Billy had come back to my place after, but whenever he did, we’d share a bed. Sometimes just falling asleep, and sometimes, like that night, we’d have sex. It was fun, and the next morning, he kissed me on the forehead and left, saying he’d see me later.
