Page 23 of Second Go-Round
Thank Christ, because I was about ready to blow my load onto her sheets. I crawled up her body, and a breath before I slid deep inside her, I remembered the condom I’d tossed on the nightstand after laying her on the bed.
She was so fucking responsive, hotly vocal, and her liking the slightest bit of pain...
My hands shook while tearing open the wrapper. Couldn’t get into her fast enough.
“Hurry,” she whispered, her gaze on my hard-as-a-rock, leaking cock.
Fuck, did I lust to shove in and fuck us both into a coma, but she wanted slow. And she hadn’t yet begged in the way I needed to hear her.
I settled between her thighs, and she clamped her legs around my waist.
“Goddamn,” I groaned, pressing into her soaked sheath until she clenched every inch I had to offer. Holding still, I rested my forehead against hers. Didn’t move. Didn’t want to blow too early. Fucking woman swiped away my self-control like a wave against the shifting sand. “So damn good.” I gyrated my hips, rubbing against her clit.
“Yes,” Christine hissed and arched, her head tilting back in offering.
I ignored the need in my cock and slowly rocked in and out of her body, tasting her neck. Sliding my tongue along her collarbone. Sucking on her ear until she shivered beneath me.
Her nails scratched down my back, grounding me and giving me a sweet sting to focus on rather than the need to lose control and attempt to split her lush body in half.
Sweat beaded on my brow, but I continued in my slow, torturous thrusts. Wet suction sounds blended with our moans and groans as I pulled out, pressed in deep, and ground my hips against her.
Yes, she’d asked me to fuck her, but I needed more.
Without thought, I captured her mouth. Full-on, open-mouthed kissing, tongues fucking with the same slow rhythm of our bodies. I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her head as her arms and legs grasped at my body as though needing to keep me close.
A spark of unease rippled down my spine at the intimacy—the energy—rippling between us, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing her soft lips.
While Elite’s only strict policy focused on safe words for BDSM play and satisfying clients, I usually stayed away from leisurely kissing while fucking. Tasting a woman’s mouth tended to bring on too many emotions, the danger of creating a bond I had no desire for.
But I’d been drawn in from the onset. First eye contact. The first scent of her, the warmth of her skin on mine—
Christine whimpered, her hips wiggling as though she approached the point of desperation and begging. I forced my lips off hers to clear my head, my focus riveting on what I’d promised, what I wanted from her. I palmed the side of her large breast and brought the hard nipple to my mouth.
Her back arched and fingernails dug into my scalp as I nibbled.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
A few more laves in sync with my rotating hips, and I thrust hard, biting down on her nipple at the same time.
“Oh, fuck!”
I did it again, my gaze on her face, watching how the slight sting of pain aroused her even more. Her eyes clenched shut, head tipped back, mouth slightly open as she emitted that telltale whine.
Propped on an elbow, my fingers still grasping the soft flesh of her breast, I snaked my other hand between us. I rubbed my thumb along her protruding clit, and she writhed beneath me.
“More.” She gasped, lifting her hips against my hand with each slow, full thrust of my cock. “Harder,” she whined again as I continued my slow torture.
Biting back a grin, I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, my thumb flicking and stopping before she crested.
“Goddamnit, Jarod!” Christine slapped my shoulder. “Quit being a fucking tease and give it to me already!”
Grinning, I upped my pace, wishing like hell I had her soaked pussy clutching at my cock with nothing between us. Her heat squeezing me tight. I bit and pinched one last time before straightening so our foreheads rested against each other’s again.
Submitting to the need to fuck like an animal, I gently wrapped my hand around her neck, changed the angle of my hips, and let loose, hard and fast, my pubic bone bruising against hers with every thrust.
Her body convulsed, and her fingernails dug deeper, but I ignored the pain and soaked in the feel of her clutching at me.
“Choke me,” she gasped, eyes already glazing over, her body on the verge of explosion.
