He dropped his hands to her waist and inched under her shirt. The sensation of skin on skin was satin temptation against his palms. Rae sighed and shifted her weight against him, every inch of her body rubbing against him through their clothes. That was an issue—too many clothes. His cock pulsed in agreement, already hard and straining against her hip.
He pulled on her top, and she took the hint and broke away long enough for him to yank it over her head. Red bra today. He scraped his teeth over her neck while he undid the clasp. Fuck, that was sexy. Her panties were probably cotton, mismatched, and had some kind of obnoxious screen-print on them.
He tossed her bra aside and trailed his lips down her chest. She arched her back, pushing closer. When his mouth wrapped around a swollen, pink nipple, her fingers dug into his scalp.
Every sound she made enveloped his thoughts. He flicked his tongue across her skin, his erection growing stiffer with each squirm and sigh. Reason told him to stretch the moment out, make it last, but reason was rapidly evaporating. It was hard enough not strip off the rest of her clothes right now, and drive his dick inside her. Feel her tight, wet pussy clench around him. Fuck her until he couldn’t think.
She pulled his face back up, pressed her mouth to his, and caught his bottom lip between her teeth. Her brown eyes danced frantically over his face, searching for something. “At the risk of sounding crude…” She trailed her nails over the back of his neck. “I desperately want you inside me.”
The request broke the last of his restraint. He was surprised he didn’t tear something yanking her cutoffs open and pushing them to the ground. She tried to kick her shoes off, got tangled in her shorts, tripped, and landed with her palms flat on his chest. “Sorry.” She laughed, light and carefree. He helped her balance while she stepped out of her sneakers and clothes, and toed both aside.
Hands on her hips, he lifted her to sit on the back of the sofa. He pushed between her legs. Something occurred to him, and he paused to drop his forehead onto her shoulder. He didn’t want to lose this moment. Fuck.
“Something’s wrong.” Her pout was audible.
He looked at her again. He needed at least a hint of mental power to do this. Fortunately, not a lot. “Don’t move?”
She gave him a hesitant smile. “Okay?”
“Condoms.” Night stand drawer, next to the bed. It took more concentration than it should have to not trip in his sprint up the stairs. A moment later, he stepped back into the living room. She was still there, legs crossed at the ankles, every gorgeous curve exaggerated by her posture.
The creases in her forehead melted away when she saw him. He held up the foil package, and she shook her head with a tiny laugh.
“I suppose…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist when he was within reach. “I should be grateful you don’t have those stashed all over the house.”
He stepped back enough to unzip his slacks, push the rest of his clothing to the ground, and then roll the rubber on. Her heat was rapidly erasing away the ruined moment, tempting him again. “Your opinion of my sex life is a lot more interesting than the reality.” He moved between her legs again. As he kissed up her neck, the scent of strawberries sank into his thoughts. “I’ve never even done it on this couch before.”
“I get to be a first. I never would have guessed.”
“I suspect a lot of things about me would surprise you.” He positioned himself near her opening and nudged.
She sighed and tipped her head back. The pause to jog upstairs had given him just enough sense to take this at a more even pace. He entered her slowly, and her nails dug into his back. She moaned when he pulled out almost to the tip before thrusting back inside her again. The steady pace felt incredible, but he wouldn’t have the patience to maintain it.
She shifted her weight against him, prompting him to increase the speed. He moved a hand to the small of her back to help her keep her balance and found her tit with the other. He pinched her nipple hard, and she ground against him in response. Each new squirm and sigh drilled into his head, making her the only thought in his mind.
She was so tight, so slick, and her cries short-circuited his thoughts. Fuck, this shouldn’t be so enticing. Being inside her. A part of her. She rocked against him, picking up the already frantic rhythm. The clench around his cock strangled his reason. He didn’t know where he found the will to keep from spilling inside her. He wanted to see her get off though. That made the whole moment that much sweeter. He nipped her earlobe, voice strained. “Tell me what I have to do to make you come.”
Her reply was breathless. “More of what you’re already doing. Please don’t stop.”