He went deeper, sliding slowly past the tight ring of muscle, and she relaxed instantly, allowing him through, telling him silently that her body knew exactly what to do.
“Ah, you take it well,” he murmured, pausing to squeeze some more lube onto another finger, then adding it to the first.
She gasped.
“Just breathe. Good.” He slipped his fingers in farther, and her body clenched and unclenched. “Good girl.”
She shivered at the words, which made him smile. The girl might claim to have left her submissive years behind her, but that response said it all. Layla was truly submissive—she had that in her—and her ability to dominate didn’t make it any less real.
He pumped a few more times, watching her body for every minute reaction, but she was taking it well, opening up for him, her breathing slow and rhythmic and done with intent.
Reaching around, he massaged her hard little clitoris again, and her hips started to move, her pelvis pressing forward against his hand, then arching back, taking his fingers deeper into her ass. And the whole time his dick was hard and throbbing in time with the sinuous motion of her hips. He felt in awe of her ability to wantonly enjoy what he was doing to her. In awe of how lovely this girl was—her body, her desire.
“Layla. Beautiful girl. Jesus fuck, but you’re something.” He paused, licking his lips. “Have to be inside your ass now, lovely. Have to do it. You ready for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I’m ready, Duff. Come on.”
He let out a harsh laugh as he reached for a fresh condom, slipping the old one off and rolling the new one on, then coating it in lube. “Trying to hurry me, are you? I can hurry my way right into your sweet flesh, girl.” He leaned over her, his erection in his hand, the tip at her tight, tempting entrance. “Do you really want me to plow into your ass? Because I can, and I will. But be very certain you don’t want me to be careful with you.”
“Just do it. Please, Duff. I can’t stand to wait.”
He threw back his head and let out a long laugh then—he was so damn delighted with her. “All right, then. Hang on.”
He saw her grip the bedcover in both fists, heard her sigh as he eased the tip into her backside. He felt her body tense; then every muscle went loose and he sank inside.
“Ah, fuck,” he muttered from between teeth clenched in agony as pleasure surged through him, belly and balls, scorching hot, sharp as a blade. “Never felt anything like it,” he ground out. “Never anything so. Damn. Good. Ah . . .”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he really went to work, pounding into her, loving every panting breath she took, the way the front of her body arched up off the bed. The wood floor was biting into his knees, but he didn’t care—couldn’t care. Everything felt too good, pleasure building upon pleasure and knifing into his system until he was certain he would bleed his pleasure onto the floor before this was done.
And she was pressing back against him, taking him in, despite how tight she was inside. Pressing against him and groaning and her breath was a harsh, rasping pant, and so was his own.
“Duff! Oh, God . . . Please. Please just . . . yes!”
She was writhing and twisting under him, and even her back was a beautiful thing, the tattoo running down the long arch of her slender neck dancing as she moved. Sensation built, coiled in his system—his cock and his balls, but his spine, too, and his hips, even his mouth. His thighs grew weak, as if there was too much sensation to be contained in one place. Sliding his hand down between her thighs, he found the nub of her clit and began to massage it once more.
“Oh, yes, please . . . Ah . . . Going to come. Duff . . . can I?”
“Come, lovely, yes. Come for me. Come with me in your beautiful, tight ass.”
She arched hard into his hand once, twice; then she was groaning, that same hard, rasping sound deep in her throat, and her body spasmed around his swollen flesh inside her. He only pounded into her harder, her orgasm giving him the permission he needed to allow himself to come. And he did, furiously, hard enough to make his bones rattle, to make him yell.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Fucking God, honey!”
Pleasure poured through him, flowed out of his stiff flesh in savage jolts. But he couldn’t stop, his hips moving, his body hammering into her so damn hard—too hard, probably, and she’d be sore as hell, but he couldn’t help himself; he was too far gone.
“Can’t. Fucking. Stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was a harsh sob, but he understood she meant it.
A few more piercing jabs and his orgasm was finally over, other than the small tremors running through him like electrical arcs. It occurred to him that he’d be feeling those arcs for a while.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, still shivering.
“Mmm.” Her head was turned to the side, her cheek resting on the coverlet. So damn pretty.
Bending over her, he placed a soft kiss on her spine, then another and another. She smelled like sex. Like woman. He bit into her taut flesh, smiling when she did nothing but moan quietly. He did it again, then licked the pink spot he’d left on her skin. She tasted like sex, too. Sex and woman. Like a woman he’d like to do this with every damn day.
“What the fuck?” he muttered out loud before he could stop himself.
“Duff? Is everything okay?”
He could hear the alarm in her voice and felt like a cad.
“What? Yeah, everything is good. Great. Baby wipes in that magic box of yours?”
“Yes.”