“You’re playing with fire, babe. I’m holding on by a thread.”
Dawn laughed and squeezed again, but his time she cupped her breasts beneath the leather vest, weighing them in her palms. She pinched her nipples, rolling each one between her thumb and forefinger until they were tight, hard buds.
“Christ. You mean to kill me before I get to loving you.” He jerked beneath her. “Ride me, babe. Ride me hard. Ride until your pleasure is running down my thighs.”
She rocked against him and the steel of his shaft pressed against her sensitive spot, making her gasp with pleasure. When Jimmy had put her on top, it was for his benefit only. He … She cut off her train of thought. Jimmy didn’t belong here. And there was no point comparing her two lovers because Jimmy had never been a lover. Or a giver. Cade was both.
And Jimmy was gone.
Forever.
Dawn undulated over Cade’s cock, testing her rhythm, her ability to take him deep or only partway. A muscle twitched in Cade’s jaw, but other than that tiny sign of his tension, he didn’t push, letting her take her time to find out what worked best, feed her insatiable hunger. Finally she discovered she could get maximum friction on her knees, rocking back and up so that every movement stroked his cock against her sensitive tissue. Cade picked up her rhythm and guided her hips, steadying her as she took her pleasure from him.
“That’s it.” His choked rasp of approval drove her wild. She had done this to him. Aroused him. Pushed him to the point he had to fight for control.
“Harder. I wanna watch you come all over my cock.” His hand covered her pussy, fingers seeking her clit. Dawn whimpered, and he circled it, teasing, spreading her wetness up and around but never where she wanted him to go. He jerked his hips, his cock thrusting hard and fast, and she couldn’t hold on any longer.
“More. Don’t stop.” She ground against him, rocked, and when finally he slid his finger over her clit, her orgasm crashed through her, waves of pleasure rippling outwards, carrying her away.
*
Cade gritted his teeth as Dawn’s pussy clenched around him in wave after wave of wet heat. He’d never denied himself for so long or been so hard that he no longer knew the difference between pleasure and pain. But he wanted this night to last. He wanted to erase every last memory she had of Jimmy. With love. With him.
Dawn coming on top of him in his cut was a luscious treat: the sway of her rounded curves, the tremble of her legs, and the soft moan from her rosy lips. He slid his hands between her thighs to open her to him. Her labia glistened, pink and swollen around his cock, and he bit back a groan and tried to think about the fuel leak on his bike, the hamburger he had for dinner—anything other than the insistent throb of his cock.
He had other plans for her tonight, but when her body softened, languid on top of him, her head falling back, her beautiful golden hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, he couldn’t take any more. He’d never been so painfully aroused. He had to have her.
He rolled until he was on top, his cock still hard, throbbing inside her, and then he lifted her arms and wrapped her hands around the wooden posts of his headboard. “Hold on.”
Still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, she gasped when he caught her nipple in his teeth. He licked and sucked her nipples until she was writhing on the bed, each jerk of her body sending another pulse of desire through his cock.
“Legs over my shoulders.” His breaths came in pants and sweat beaded on his forehead. He wanted to lick her all over, taste the sultry sweetness between her legs, but she was driving him insane.
Dawn braced herself on the headboard and lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. The position opened her fully to him, aroused her, if her panting breaths were any indicator; his body shook with the effort of holding still.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of her hot, wet sheath and then slid a pillow under her hips to give her the support she would need when he took her as deep as he could go. So deep she would know only him. His cock. His passion. His love.
“Cade…” The pleading note in her voice pleased him. She wanted him. As much as he wanted her.
He drew back and slid into her, filling her hard and fast, the angle giving him maximum penetration. Her moan was deep, primal, and he lost the last threads of his control. God, she was tight. And wet. And hot. So goddamn hot.
“Relax,” he commanded. “Let me in. Take all of me.”
He withdrew and then thrust in again, pushing deeper. This time she whimpered and he quickened his pace, hammering into her but always keeping up the pressure on her sensitive spot.