Sky had no words for him. She could hardly get any air into her lungs right now. She ran her hand down his chest, taking in the feel of his tight muscles under his shirt. Unable to think of anything but wrapping her legs around his waist and feeling his deep inside, she reached both hands around his waist and let her weight drop backward to the bed. He wasn’t prepared for that, and stumbled forward, giving Sky the extra leverage she needed to pull him the rest of the way down. Brock pushed out an arm to avoid crushing her with his weight, but she loved that feel of him enveloping her. He lowered his lips to her again, kissing her fiercely this time. A hint of smoke wafted off of Brock’s clothes and filled her nostrils. Sky parted her lips more widely, eager for how he tasted, devoured every bit of her. His hands reached under her ass, pressing her mound into his groin. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and hell, she wished their clothes were stripped off already. She wanted him closer, inside of her, one with her, all night if possible.
Brock leaned down to taste her neck again. Sky closed her eyes, full of lust and anticipation. He hadn't forgotten about her favorite place to be kissed. He nipped the spot tenderly, then crushed his lips to the spot, causing sparks to explode behind her eyes. His hands eagerly moved down her body, stopping to feverishly grip the waistband of her shorts.
In one move he rolled them both over and pulled her on top of him. “Get these off before I rip them to shreds,” he warned playfully. “You won’t have any clothes left if you let me into your bed like this.”
Sky wiggled out of the shorts and thong underneath. He wasn’t kidding either. Clothes didn’t stay on her body, and didn’t stay in one piece when the two of them were alone together in private. She liked that about him too. He was fierce and hungry when he made love to her. Every time. Brock innately knew her body too. His fingers intuitively understood where she was most aroused and what made her crave him more.
Her body tensed when he rolled back on top of her and lifted her top, moving down her body to kiss her stomach. Brock seemed to notice it too, because he moved his mouth away from the spot and resumed at her mound, kissing her delicately, making her squirm with pleasure and want.
Shy couldn’t wait any longer. She grabbed him by the shoulders and tugged at him until he hauled his broad, muscular torso up her body again. The shirt he was wearing needed to be gone. She grasped the bottom and pulled it up his body, revealing his ripped chest and arms covered in tattoos. She could stare at his ink for hours, but not now. Right now her thirst needed to be quenched.
The taste of his kiss still lingered in her mouth, and she wanted more of his body everywhere against her skin. His erection was rock hard now, grinding against her hips, pressing at her opening as his possessive kiss mimicked his movements inside her mouth.
Sky groaned into his mouth. Reaching her hands between them, she worked her trembling fingers on the button at the waistband of his pants, and then the zipper. His cock was hard and so hot she could feel it through the thick fabric of the jeans. Brock wiggled his hips slightly, helping her slide off his pants and underwear at the same time. Once his flesh sprang free she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking his thick. throbbing length, guiding it to her center. She wanted him now. Brock groaned and tilted his hips until he was in position. If he breathed too hard he’d be inside her.
Then he stopped.
“Sky,” he murmured, their hot flesh pushed together, the ache so painful she could cry out her demands for him to continue.
Except she knew why he didn’t move another inch.
“The drawer,” she gasped. “Next to the bed.”
Brock yanked the drawer open and felt around for the condoms she kept in there. The wrapper crinkled and ripped for a second before Brock smoothed the condom over his length. The next second he was ready. She was too, and before he could move, she gripped his ass cheeks, kneading the muscles as she pulled him closer. Letting out a growl, Brock thrust into her with a movement that was sudden and painful and sweet all at the same time.
“Yes,” Sky cried out, not caring how desperate it sounded.
Brock’s hands slipped under her hips then, lifting her up and towards him as he moved in deeper, rocking in and out, finding their rhythm. He knew just how to find her sweet spot and attacked it with fervor, slipping the tip of his hardness over, eliciting a moan from Sky each time, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm she had been waiting to release for weeks.
No matter how much she had to beg, she needed more than just a few random nights like this with Brock. She’d find a way to tell him, but not now while he was ramping up, deepening with each thrust, filling her center and overtaking her mind.