“Get down here,” he said. His voice was rough with demand as he flattened his hands against her shoulder blades. She dropped forward, catching herself on her elbows, her mouth a breath away from his, her soft skin pressed to his so he could feel her quick inhales and exhales as she resumed that maddening, arousing sweep of her hands. Each time her fingers circled his navel or traced the ridge of his hipbone, she toyed with his fly, opening a button then retreating to his chest.
A low groan of desperate desire rumbled through the room. Couldn’t be Cady. Had to be him, and why not? Her skin against his soothed the ache she’d aroused and made it worse, because all he wanted was more, more, more. The tense energy he’d been holding inside for the last few days, maybe for his entire life, was being transformed, pulsing through him in big waves that made him lift his hips into hers, tighten his arms around her, loop one leg around her thigh. She kissed him back, hot and passionate and open, unafraid of the way his body trembled under hers.
She had his fly open now, her thigh draped over his, not pinning him but reminding him of her body, her sex, rubbing against his hip. The tease was maddening, the slowest of slow builds, so that when she worked his jeans and boxers down to free his cock, the shock of skin on skin sent a jolt through him.
He threw his head back and groaned again as she jacked him, her hands rough and sure, working him up until she slid down his body and licked a wet, hot strip from base to tip. The contrast between her hands and her mouth was startling. He kept making these hard lefts from what he expected to Cady’s pace, from fight to purring, from desensitized to desperate for skin, from callused fingers to the hot, soft clasp of her lips and tongue around his shaft.
He shouldn’t let her do this, but his fingers winding into her hair said otherwise. He braced himself on one elbow and watched her. His mind filled in the details in the darkness, Cady’s sweet lips stretched around him, her hand gripping the base of his shaft while her mouth worked the tip. Pleasure speared through him and he lifted his hips, struggling against his jeans around his thighs.
He stopped caring about his jeans when she engulfed him with a greedy sound that knocked him flat on his back. Her tongue fluttered against the bundle of nerves, then her lips closed around the shaft for a long, sucking pull. She alternated those two moves until he thought he would lose his mind, his hips rolling to her rhythm.
“Stop, stop,” he groaned.
She sat back and yanked his jeans down his legs and off. The cold air of her bedroom curled around his aching, wet shaft, hardening his nipples. She scrambled off the bed and stripped down her jeans, leaving them, long underwear, and socks in a pile on the floor before she darted into the bathroom for condoms. She came out with the box, tearing one packet off the strip then tossing the rest casually on the nightstand. She knelt between his thighs and sheathed him with a total lack of coyness or self-consciousness. Shrugging the comforter over her shoulders, she straddled his hips while he held his shaft upright.
When the tip of his cock nudged into her hot, wet folds, he both resented and appreciated the latex barrier between them. He wanted to feel her skin against his along every inch of their bodies, but without it he wouldn’t last thirty seconds. Even the slow, measured way she took him all the way inside her made his heart pound. When her bottom came to rest against his thighs, she sighed and twisted her hips a little, seating him even more firmly.
“So good,” she murmured, then leaned forward. Her hair and the comforter shrouded them in a cocoon of heated, electrified darkness slick with sweat and charged with a connection he couldn’t begin to describe. Nothing else existed. The world outside Cady’s soft sheets and silky skin disappeared, leaving only nerve endings tingling for more.
He couldn’t respond. His heart had pounded its way up to the top of his throat and was firmly lodged there, thunking away. He ran his palms up the backs of her thighs until he could cup her hips and brush his thumbs over the trimmed curls at the top of her sex.
She writhed on him, sending a spike of desire up his spine. “Are you teasing me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. He was going to wring every single second of heated bliss from each moment he had with Cady. Because they wouldn’t last. This wasn’t real.