“Oh my God. Yes.”
He peered up, and male satisfaction rippled through him at the sheer pleasure he saw etched into her face. But it didn’t compare to the way he felt when she came apart a moment later, crying out as an orgasm shook her body. He sucked on her clit and continued to finger her as she came, and it wasn’t long before he got his third wish, as the words “Fuck me, please!” burst out of Mari’s mouth.
He left her only to grab a condom from his bag, then stripped off his boxers, sheathed himself and returned to the bed. Mari was sprawled on her back, her legs parted sexily, her blue eyes glazed with passion and lingering bliss. She made such an alluring picture he was tempted to grab his camera and capture this moment forever, but the hunger that suddenly filled her eyes distracted him.
“You are so freaking sexy,” she said, her gaze fixed on his erect cock.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” he said gruffly. “I almost went to get my camera.”
A laugh popped out of her mouth. “No way, buddy. I’m not interested in being a centerfold.”
He got back on the bed and slowly lowered himself over her, resting his elbows on either side of her body. “You won’t even pose for my private collection?” he asked with a mock pout.
“Nope. I’ll pass.” She arched a brow. “But I’m willing to take naked pictures of you for my collection.”
He laughed, then leaned in to kiss her, his tongue sliding into her mouth and making her gasp. She instantly responded to the kiss, held on to his shoulders and kissed him so deeply his head started to spin. Suddenly he couldn’t think about anything but being inside her, the craving so intense that he tore his mouth away from hers and muttered, “Put me inside you, Mari.”
Her breath hitched, eyes filling with dark desire. Without a word, she reached between them and gripped his cock.
Austin shuddered as those delicate fingers wrapped around his girth. Son of a bitch. Her fist around his cock felt so damn good, but it didn’t compare to the sensations that raced through his body when she guided him into her opening and he plunged inside in a hard, fast stroke that made them both moan.
“Holy shit, you’re so tight,” he choked out. “I could come right this fucking second.”
She didn’t seem at all troubled by that, nor did she make a sassy remark about endurance. What she did was shoot him a devilish look and say, “Then do it.” A second later, she wrapped her legs around his waist and gave an upward thrust that made him see stars.
Austin had no hope of delaying the climax, not after months and months of celibacy. With Mari’s pussy squeezing his cock like a hot glove and her distended nipples rubbing against his chest, he was surprised he lasted as long as he did. He thrust into her, over and over, deeper and deeper, groaning loudly when she brought her hand to the place where they were joined and started rubbing her clit. He summoned some more restraint, watching her face, refusing to let go until she came again. A minute later, when pleasure flooded her blue eyes and her lips parted to release a cry of bliss, he finally exploded, coming so hard his entire body trembled with unceasing pleasure. The orgasm shot through him, heating his flesh and coursing in his blood, and when the waves of ecstasy finally ebbed, he felt like he’d run five marathons.
They both groaned in disappointment when he pulled out. Austin still had a semi, a fact that Mari wasted no time commenting on.
“Good, you’ll be ready to go again soon.”
Exhausted and sated beyond belief, he rolled over and pulled her close. “You have incredibly high expectations,” he mumbled. “Lord, woman, two orgasms weren’t enough for you?”
“Two orgasms will do—for now.” She nestled against his side and rested her head on his chest. “I’m just kidding,” she added with a little sigh. “That was incredible, Bishop.”
“Yeah?” he said roughly.
“Hells yeah. Granted, I don’t have much to compare you to. I’ve only slept with two other guys.”
“And I’m better in the sack than both of them. Clearly.”
“Clearly,” she echoed. Then she laughed. “I bet my two measly lovers are nothing compared to the stable of women you’ve slept with.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair and absently stroked the wavy strands. “You’d lose that bet.”
“Really? How many fillies do you have in your stable then?”
A laugh lodged in his chest. “I’ve slept with four women. And I think you might have set the feminist movement back several decades with your horse comparison.”
“Ah, whatevs. Feminists are too uptight for my liking. Anyway, only four? That surprises me.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t into casual sex,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m more of a relationship kind of guy. Not lately, though. It’s hard to maintain a relationship when I’m always traveling.”