His hands went to the sides of her head and he turned her, moving her backward toward the bed.
“What scares you?” he asked, she didn’t answer except to shake her head in his hands. “What scares you, baby?” No answer, her legs hit bed and he stopped, thinking he knew so he explained, “Tonight wasn’t dangerous, Rocky.” She tried to look away but he kept her head tipped toward him and his face got close to hers. “It wasn’t dangerous and I had backup.”
She lifted her hands and curled them around his wrists, whispering, “Layne.”
“I’m good at what I do,” he told her and she shook her head in his hands again so he gave her a gentle squeeze and moved even closer. “Swear, I’m good at what I do.”
She stared in his eyes through the dark and, suddenly, she lifted up on her toes half an inch and her mouth was on his.
He didn’t know what was happening with her and it more than concerned him but, even so, Layne didn’t hesitate. He accepted her invitation by slanting his head to the side, his hands moved from her head to her waist, curling around her back, trapping her in his arms and he kissed her.
After all those dreams, Layne was ready for what was about to happen and had been ready for a long fucking time and Rocky showed him she felt the same. She gave with her mouth and took with her hands. Greedy, hungry, she was all over him, pressing into him, communicating need.
He understood her need, her need was in his blood, blood that was now coursing through his body and making his cock hard.
He put his hands to her pits and lifted her up high, his mouth disengaging from hers, he growled, “Knees,” and she knew what he was saying. She kicked her calves back and he set her on her knees in the bed.
His hands went to the hem of his tee and he nearly growled again when, without delay, her arms went straight up to help him. He yanked off the tee, tossed it aside and one hand went to the middle of her back, pushing in and up, arching her back, he bent and used his other hand to lift her breast, he took it with his mouth and sucked deep.
Her fingers slid into his hair and she moaned, arching her back further, holding him fast. He pulled hard then swirled with his tongue, pulled hard again and then moved to the other side to do the same. When he was done, she was clenching his hair in her fists and she pulled him up, his mouth to hers and he took it, the kiss deeper, wilder, out-of-control as she pressed her bared tits tight to his chest and one of her hands went into his pajamas to curl into his ass, the other one went in the front to wrap around his hard cock and she pulled him to her.
Christ, she was primed already.
He tore his mouth from hers and she stroked his cock before gently tugging him toward her again and he shook his head. “Unh-unh, baby, I’m hungry.”
He listened to her breath catch and he knew she remembered. He’d say that to her when he wanted to go down on her, whenever he wanted to go down on her. He’d walk up behind her as she was doing the dishes, he’d whisper it in her ear when she was curled into him on the couch, when he’d wake her up in the middle of the night or when he woke up in the morning wanting the taste of her. It got to the point if he said it because he was hungry for food, her eyes would go half-mast, her mouth would get soft and he knew what she was thinking and would have to fight against going hard.
And she knew now and he knew she knew because she let him go and moved to her back. He moved in, sliding his fingers into her panties, he yanked them roughly down her legs and tossed them aside. She pulled herself up on the bed and was opening her legs before he got a knee to the mattress.
She wanted it, his Rocky, fuck, she was magnificent.
Hands to the soft skin of her inner thighs, he spread her wider and put his mouth to her. Her hips jerked and she gave him another mew. That coupled with the taste of her, having it back after so long meant he didn’t go slow, he didn’t take it easy, he just took. Her feet went into the bed and she lifted her hips to offer more, rubbing herself against him.
Christ, amazing.
He took and she gave and he listened as her excitement increased, became feverish, his cock so hard it was aching by the time her hands slid into his hair, her hips surged up, she cried out and he heard and felt her come.
He left her still moaning, going up and over her, hooking the back of her knee with one hand to pull it up as he pulled his cock out of pajamas, guided the tip to her slick * and drove in.
No, he’d been wrong, this was amazing.
“Layne,” she breathed, her * still convulsing with her orgasm.
“Take me, baby,” he grunted, driving in, hard, deep, fast.
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her other knee, holding him tight at his sides with her thighs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
He buried his face in her neck and kept driving. “Christ, you feel beautiful.”
“Baby,” she gasped and he heard it, fuck, he heard it, she was going to come again.
“That’s it,” he kept thrusting, her arms tightening around him, he pushed deeper.
“Oh my God.”
Shit, he was close, she sounded just as close and he hoped to God she was.
He moved his lips up her throat to take her mouth in a kiss as she took his driving cock and she panted through his kiss then sucked his tongue deep with her orgasm.
When she did, Layne let go and joined her, groaning into her mouth as he buried himself to the root and his world erased of everything but his cock and Raquel and the beauty only she could give him.
When he was done, he stayed rooted but moved his face into her neck and listened to her heavy breathing as he fought to control his own. He let minutes pass before, one by one, he moved her legs so her calves were swung in and she was wrapped all around him.
Her head turned so her lips were at his ear. “I think that’s about as real as it gets,” she whispered.
Oh yeah, that was about as real as it got, and about as good.