She got the idea, wrapping her legs around him, her hands at his neck.
“The bra, hon, that’s got to go.” He lowered her just enough to lodge the throbbing, burning head of his cock in her scorching entrance. His voice had gone low, growly, almost hoarse.
“Put your hands under your breasts and bring them up to my mouth,” he instructed.
He watched her eyes darken. Fill with lust. The starburst through the midnight purple. So sexy. She licked her lips, her sweet mouth he went to bed with and woke up with wrapped around his cock. He felt the electric current racing through his body straight to his groin at the sight of her tongue on the curve of her lower lip.
She moved then, a slow undulation, her channel grasping him with greedy fingers, closing around him tightly in pure silken heat. Even as she moved, her eyes still on his, she brought her palms under her firm, high breasts and offered them to him. Already her nipples were peaked. He could see the marks of his possession from the night before on the round, soft globes. He liked seeing her skin branded with him.
He dipped his head and sucked her left breast into his mouth. Simultaneously he lowered her hard as he surged upward with his hips. She threw her head back, colliding with the wall, her mouth open in a silent scream.
He loved how much she enjoyed sex with him. She never tried to hide what she was feeling. He gave her pleasure and she returned it tenfold. It was never enough for either of them.
She picked up the rhythm he wanted immediately, taking her guidance from his hands. That left him free to feast on her breasts and nip and bite and kiss all along her throat and neck and chin.
It didn’t last as long as he would have liked because he was burning from the inside out. The slow, easy ride went hard and fast and then harder still. There was no way to prolong the pleasure, not when her muscles were milking him insistently and she was so close.
“Don’,” he commanded. “You wait for me. Hold on.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. You will.” He poured command into his voice. He was so close, but he needed this, hammering in and out of her, her tight, hot, wet, silken fist wrapped around him, driving him out of his mind.
She leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder. The sharp sting only added to the pleasure building and coiling inside of him.
“Please, Wyatt, I can’t hold back.”
He knew she could and would. She always did when he told her to. For him. She did it for him. He liked knowing she would. Just like he always anticipated what came after. Just the thought drove him over the edge.
“Now, babe. For me. Give me yourself.”
Her body clamped down on his, a strangling vise that felt like heaven and burned like hell. Her muscles tightened impossibly, rippling with life, a tidal wave overtaking her, overtaking him. It started somewhere in his toes, boiled in his balls and rocketed free, jetting into her, filling her with his essence. He loved that. Loved that he was deep inside her. He didn’t want to leak out of her. He wanted to stay there, his scent all over her.
He held her while her legs slowly dropped to the floor, leaning into her, the wall holding them both upright. Her arms circled his neck, her fingers in his hair. He found her mouth and kissed her over and over. Gently. Rough. Mixing in tenderness because he always felt tender toward her at this moment.
When he finally slipped out of her, he turned them so his back was to the wall and he could rest there, catching his breath. He was still in his shoes, his jeans around his ankles while she was wholly naked. He waited, his eyes on her, a silent command, and she smiled her sweet, loving smile she didn’t even know she had.
His. She was his. She knew it. Her body and heart knew it. Her brain hadn’t quite come to the same conclusion, but she was working it out. Pepper caught up his shirt while he stood there, draped against the wall. He loved watching her every move. He could watch her forever and never get enough.
Silently she handed him the shirt. He just held it in his hand. Waiting. Anticipating. Loving her. Damn it all. Loving her. He could admit he was long gone now. He didn’t want to be, but she’d managed to find her way in. That part scared him. He hadn’t expected it to happen.
Pepper leaned forward and kissed his throat. Her mouth ran down his chest to his belly, her hands gliding over him like silken gloves. He felt the spicy biochemical doing its job, sliding into his pores with her addicting flavor. He accepted that whenever she touched him she would still have traces of the biochemical on her hands and he would crave her touch just like this.