“I should go, really. But, Christ, if I do, I think I’ll fucking die. Remi, please, let me see your body.” He looked down into her eyes, checking her response. Words had left her. She wanted him around her, in her. He reached for her jean’s zipper. His big fingers dropped that short fastener. She noticed the vein on his thumb and ran her thumb over it.
He pushed her jeans down her hips, knelt in front of her to kiss her ribs, her bellybutton, one of her hips as he lowered them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. He pushed them away, then brought his hands around her thighs. When he palmed the back of her thighs, a shiver whispered over her skin. His face pressed against the soft skin of her belly. She looked down at him, bowed before her. Her hands dug into his hair as she watched the play of muscles over his shoulders and arms as his hands stroked her ass.
She didn’t even care that her pink panties didn’t match her white bra. It certainly didn’t seem to bother him. His fingers slipped under the edge of her lacy boyshorts. She sucked in a breath as his fingers went from outer thigh to inner thigh. He looked up at her, watching her reaction as his fingers slipped the whole way to the back.
She was getting wet. If he touched her, he would know how much she wanted him. He smiled up at her. She wanted the ride he was offering, curious to see where it took them. It wasn’t like her to be so passive, but she liked how he was making her feel. She bit her lip as she looked down at him.
He touched her thighs. “You have goosebumps.”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.
He straightened and unfastened his belt as he walked over to the sofa. He disarmed his gun, set it on the coffee table, then sat down to remove his boots and socks. Standing, he shucked his cargo pants. He was commando. Her gaze dropped to his stiff erection which stood rigid and at a slight angle from a nest of dark hair. If she had any doubt he was ready for her, it was gone before she thought it.
He closed the distance between them and handed her the condom. “Cover me.”
Her fingers tingled as she opened the packet and rolled it over him. It was a tight fit. She looked up at him. He smiled. Her heart jumped. He took her hand and led her over to the stairs. He sat on the second step and brought her up to the first step. Looking up at her, he tugged her panties down her thighs. When they were at her ankles, she stepped free of them. His gaze moved over her body as he had her straddle him, facing him.
“You ever do it on stairs?” he asked. She shook her head. “It’s like a sex gym.” His cock was between them, resting against her thigh. He reached around her to unfasten her bra. It was a front opening clasp. He traced the band to the front and opened it, releasing all of her to his view.
He swallowed hard as he looked up at her. She wasn’t large breasted, but she wasn’t small either. She wondered briefly if she pleased him—a concern she’d never had before. He cupped her breasts in his hands and grinned as if he’d just been given his favorite toy. She arched her back, pressing herself forward, hungry to join with him.
His hands were warm on her soft flesh. He kissed the top of her breasts, the sides, nuzzling them. When he licked her nipples, she drew a sharp breath in. She put her hands on his shoulders, felt him flex as he moved forward to taste her.
“Greer—I need you.”
He pulled back and looked up at her. Leaving her breasts to their own heavy weight, he stroked her thighs, then rubbed his cock against her core. She lifted a bit. He held himself to her opening. She slowly lowered herself over him. He was wide and hard. Her slick body took him all the way in. She wanted to push up and down over him, but he held her hips still. He was throbbing inside her. Tension tightened his face.
She moved his hands to her breasts and held them there as she moved over him. She controlled their joining, moving at the speed she wished until he touched her clit and sent her spiraling into an orgasm.
When the waves eased away, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her until her breathing returned to normal. She realized he hadn’t come yet. He was still like iron inside her. She rocked her hips against his. He hissed a breath, then eased her off his lap. He caught her hand and started up the stairs. At the landing, she moved in front of him.
Halfway up the stairs, he said, “Remi, wait.”
She stopped and looked back at him. “Bend over.”
“Here?”
He nodded. “Right here. Right now.”
She did as he asked. She was sprawled over a couple of steps on the second upward set of stairs. He moved her legs farther apart and entered her. Leaning over her, he knelt on the step below her and braced himself on the step above her. She felt him sweep the hair from her neck, then kiss the back of her neck, her shoulder. Each long thrust into her made her nipples brush against the stair under her. She felt so much of him this way. She didn’t want it to end, but she was already close to peaking again.
His hand stroked the length of her back, moved around front, and caught her breast. He moved it down her ribs, going between her hips to play with her clitoris. She never thought she could orgasm like she did right there on the stairs. She cried out, pressing herself back against him.
When he pulled out of her, he was still hard. He led her up to the top step. Her body was still heated and hungry. He sat on the top step and drew her onto his lap. He kissed her chest, her neck, her chin. He leaned her back and bent over her to tongue her breast as he entered her.
She caught the banister and held on to his wide upper arm. “I’m going to fall, Greer.”
“Never gonna happen. Not while you’re in my arms. Hold on to me and let yourself go.”
He filled her completely. When he straightened, he leaned her against him. His tempo increased. One hand held her hip, the other her back, pressing her breasts to his chest. She lifted his face so she could kiss him. Midway through the kiss his orgasm hit. He pistoned inside of her, pumping hard and fast, sending her off again at the same time he found his own release.