On his next thrust, she was over the edge, crying out his name while at the same time Brock’s body bucked and shook and heaved as they found their release together. That heady climax left her dizzy, satiated, and close to losing her voice. Brock drew short quick breaths, growling low through the panting. She could just see the outline of his face in the dim light. His strong jaw glistened with sweat. It had dripped over Sky's chest and shoulders, mixing with her own slick skin.
Brock pulled out slowly, tugging off the condom, then dropping it into the wastebasket beside the night stand. He seemed to be getting out of bed at first, but instead he moved back between her legs, pressed a palm against each of her thighs and spread her wide. Her mind was still toast when sweet Jesus, Brock lowered his face to kiss her mound. His tongue lapped against her hard nub, flicking up and down. Sky could barely handle it, clutching the sheets as she cried out. Her head still spun from her last orgasm and here he was, gearing her up for another one. Tilting her head up, she gazed at the man feasting between her legs. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bulged from pressing her thighs out wide. The sight itself was nearly enough to make her explode.
“Brock,” she gasped.
Unable to say much more, she cried out his name again and again, punctuating it with moans and language she was only used to using here in the bedroom. Her legs shook and her core trembled and flexed, gripping her body with another wave of wild ecstasy. This orgasm stretched on, making her toes curl and her body buzz and holy hell she needed to cover her mouth for fear of saying the ‘L’ word.
Thankfully that didn’t happen, and soon she was spent through and through. Unable to do much more than breathe and moan, Sky dropped her head against the sheets. Brock sat back on his knees, looking down at her body. She knew that look. He was just getting started. He was anything but satiated. The man had already grabbed another condom from the drawer. A deep growl escaped from deep in his chest. He tore open the condom and slid it on before she could blink twice. Getting back into position between her weak legs, he winked at her.
“Want me to stop?”
Like hell she did. She needed this. God knew how long it would be before she could have him again. Brock was the only man on her mind all the time, and having him in her bed made her want to lock the door and never let him leave.
She shook her head and that was enough for Brock. He stretched out beside her and pulled Sky on top of him, cradling her back and pretty much supporting her body weight while pulling her down on his shaft. Slow? There was no slow or easy or gentle in bed with this man. In a beat he was deep inside her again, spreading her sore yet insatiable pussy with his thickness. He placed one arm at her neck and the other gripped tightly around her waist, his hips lifting high and hard as he pounded into her. Sky closed her eyes and burrowed her face in his shoulder, loving the ride while she inhaled the faint smoke and sweat mixed with that cedar scent always on him.
Brock dipped his head down to her breasts, teasing her aching nipples that she only realized then had been begging for attention. Brock took one in his mouth, lightly sucking and rolling it between his teeth as his hips thrust.
Sky grabbed his shoulders, his back, and anything else she could get her hands on while he drove her wild again. Bulging muscles and hard ridges made up every part of Brock, coming together to form a body worthy of worship. She ran her hands along his arm and back again, taking that extra pleasure just from the feel of his flesh underneath her palms. She was almost knocking on the door of another climax when Brock slowed down, delaying her peak. Whimpering out a plea to continue, Brock smiled. She didn’t have to see his face to know. She could tell from the feeling of his lips across her cheek stretching into that smirk he would give her whenever he teased her this way, taunting her with the hope of release.
She could play that game, but tonight, she couldn’t get the upper hand it seemed.
“Brock,” she gasped out, pushing her palms against his chest so she could get back at him with her tongue on his cock.
Brock didn't answer and he didn’t let her move. Instead flipped her on her back again without breaking their connection. He grabbed both her wrists, holding them above her head. Sky tried pretending not to like it, but it was no use. Brock knew her too well. He resumed his punishing moves in her core, and less than a minute later she was convulsing through another orgasm. This one ripped through her body, making her eyesight fade and her stomach clench until Brock gripped her ass, sunk his head into her neck and almost bit down into her skin.
Brock was coming too. He thrust three more times, his hips and abs and arms tensing through his release before lowering on top of her. Sky let her eyes fall closed. His weight on her chest was heavy but like being wrapped in a warm blanket. She loved that feeling. Taking in a deep breath, she let the sleep roll over her. She’d sleep well tonight.
Sky was almost deep in sleep when Brock brushed his lips against her ear.
“I need to go,” he rumbled.