Shiny. Pretty. Secret. Forbidden. Elusive. Mysterious. She was all the things that had led men to break the rules I’d followed since the beginning of time and she was laid out before me like a banquet fit for the gods. This was supposed to be about giving not taking, but when she looked at me with those midnight-blue eyes over her heaving chest, there was no way to deny I was getting just as much as I was giving. The equality of it, the rightness of it, settled around me in a way that was startlingly comfortable. It was like this was exactly how it was supposed to be between two people and I had never experienced anything like it.
I wanted to touch her but I wanted to taste her more. The way she glistened beckoned me closer. I leaned into her, used the pad of my thumb to rub over her slippery folds, and found that little nub that was bundled tight with nerves and desire. The first swipe of my tongue across it had her arching her back up off the bed. The second had her pulling at me frantically and tossing her head from side to side. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing like she had just run a marathon. She looked turned on and hot as hell as she moved in time with the stroke of my tongue across her most sensitive parts.
I added the scrape of teeth and shifted so I could add a finger or two to the equation. She bent her legs up next to my head and dug her heels into the edge of the mattress. Her inner muscles were grasping at me, pulling at me, and it made my own arousal pound inside of me. I could feel her winding up, feel the way she got tighter and more liquid the more I worked on her. I could happily bury my face between her legs for days on end, but I wanted her to come, wanted to watch her go over. I lifted my gaze up and groaned into her, which made her bark out my name.
Her eyes were open now and she was watching me. A bright pink was riding high in her cheeks and spread across her chest. She had her hands on her tits and she was rubbing her fingers lightly over the raised tips. Fuck, was she perfect, so perfect. Her eyes were nearly black with druglike passion and I could see her teetering on the edge of her orgasm. So beautiful, and she tasted that way across my tongue and felt that way across my fingers.
I added a little pressure and another finger, and that was it. She practically levitated into my mouth and her wash of desire consumed me. As she shivered and quaked around me I pulled back just enough to brush a kiss across the inside of her thigh. I needed to shave still, so I left a trail of moisture wherever my mouth touched her. I thought it was sexy as hell.
I leaned to the side until I could get hold of my wallet, thanking the Lord for small favors that I had listened to that nagging voice that told me I was going to need more than one condom if I was going to be around her. I dug the sucker out and handed it over to her while she looked up at me with hazy eyes and a flushed face. I bent down and kissed her how I really wanted to, with lots of tongue and no give. She didn’t waste any time grabbing hold of my straining erection and maneuvering it so that she could roll the condom down the rigid length. My eyes crossed a little when she snuck her hands between my legs and gave my sensitive and tightly drawn sac a playful squeeze. She didn’t have limits and I think that was my favorite thing about her.
I put my hands around the base of her head and used my thumbs to tilt her head back as far as her position and the bed would allow. I bent my head so I could nibble on the taut arch of her throat and nudged her legs out of my way so I could slide inside of her welcoming heat. Even through the latex she scorched me. So hot. So wet. So greedy, as her inner muscles pulled me farther and farther in. Everything inside me was clawing at me to drive home, to bury myself as deep as I could go and assuage the need hammering at my insides. This was supposed to be about her, about showing her this was something, maybe not something more, but something nonetheless. I had finesse goddammit, and I would use it even if it felt like it was going to strangle me.
Her hands slipped up my back and then wrapped around my shoulders. She brought her long legs up on either side of me and then I felt the bite of her heels in my ass, urging me closer and closer. Without a thought I let my teeth sink harder into her tender skin and she moaned in response.
“Titus, move!” It wasn’t a sigh or a sweet nothing, it was an order, and it was fucking hotter than anything had ever been.
She arched against me, clamped down on me, and moved against the sharp edge of my teeth. Her fingernails scratched against my back and the burn of it was enough for the reins to slip. I grunted and did what she commanded. I moved.
I pulled her legs up even higher and plowed into her. There was no finesse. There was no care. There was no elegance or romance . . . there was only me taking her and her letting me have her over and over again.