He walked her backward toward his waiting bed. When her thighs hit the edge of the mattress, he grabbed her waist and tossed her atop the covers. He landed beside her, delighted by the giggle that sounded at the back her throat. Even more delighted when that giggle turned into a gasp of pleasure, because he quickly took her in his arms, framing her face between his palms so that he could reclaim her mouth.
His cock throbbed insistently against her hip, its skin on fire. She moaned at the feel of it, the heat of it. And even though he was already hard, that throaty sound turned him to granite.
But if he was granite, then she was water. Warm and liquid and moving against him. An undulating river of smooth skin and darting tongue and busy, busy hands.
“Please,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “I don’t want to go slow. Not this time. Please, Ozzie.”
As you wish was once again poised on the tip of his tongue, but this time, he bit it back. Instead, he said, “Hell yes,” and reached into his nightstand drawer, grabbing a foil-wrapped condom.
Before he could do the honors, she took the little packet from him, ripped it open with her teeth, and seconds later had him expertly sheathed. The feel of her soft, eager hands fisting the latex down his swollen length? Holy shit! It was nearly enough to have him going off right then and there. He had to distract himself by palming one of her perfect breasts, thumbing the hardened tip until her soft areola furled and wrinkled.
“Now. Hurry,” she demanded, lying back and spreading her legs.
In the moonlight, her pale skin looked almost translucent, the rosy tips of her breasts standing out in contrast. He had never seen a sweeter or more seductive sight than her hair spread out against his pillow.
His pillow. His bed. His woman.
At least for tonight.
Moving between her legs, her frenzied breath and grasping hands urging him faster, he once again felt like his heart was too big for his chest. It pounded so hard, he marveled it didn’t crack open his rib cage, exposing itself and his love for her and leaving him a wasted lump of flesh on the bed beside her.
“What are you waiting for?” Samantha whispered, making mewling, impatient noises. Her knees were on either side of his hips. She grabbed the base of his dick and angled it toward her opening. Even in the dark, he could see how swollen she was, how wet she was…for him.
Gritting his teeth, determined to cherish every second of their first joining, he gently flexed his hips and watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as the head of his cock disappeared into her gorgeous body.
*
It was terrifying the way Samantha had lost all control. Her body was not her own. It was a thing that throbbed and wanted and needed.
She had no sense of place and time. There was only Ozzie, rising above her like a golden god. Broad shoulders flexing, a sheen of sweat making his tan skin glow in the moonlight. “You okay?” His voice sounded like his throat had been scoured.
Her brow furrowed. Okay? I’m in heaven! I’m with you! But then she looked down to where their bodies were joined, just barely, just the tip of his cock buried inside her, and she understood his concern. She was stretched tight around him. And yeah, okay, so he’d felt big in her mouth earlier. Now, between her legs, he looked…huge.
“I take back what I said about not going slow,” she said. “I think we better take this inch by inch.” How many inches exactly, she didn’t hazard to guess.
A muscle ticked in his wide jaw. His blue eyes bored into her, cutting through the dark of the night. She could tell it took everything he had not to crash forward, not to rut as his body demanded. And most men, when being ridden hard by lust, would not have bothered to worry about her. They would slam home and apologize for it later. But Ozzie? Oh, Ozzie slowly, inexorably slowly, slid his thick length inside her.
It wasn’t easy. As he speared deeper, her body clamped down, the intrusion too much. But Ozzie, patient and wonderful Ozzie, knew just what to do.
“Relax,” he gritted between his teeth.
Before she could come back with a smart-alecky Easy for you to say! he pressed his thumb against her distended clitoris. Rubbing it side to side, up and down in a rhythm he’d learned drove her crazy, he coaxed her body into accepting his.
With a final grunt and thrust, he was seated to the hilt. His pelvic bone abraded the nerves at the top of her sex just right. His chest was warm and heavy as he allowed her to take some of his weight.
“You okay?” he asked again.
If she’d had a voice, she could have told him she’d never been better. But she was stretched tight, completely full. And she was so overcome with sensation that she couldn’t speak. Being with Ozzie, having him buried inside, was the absolute best thing she’d ever known. He touched her in places she’d never been touched. Smoothed out every wrinkle until she wasn’t sure where she stopped and he started. And the throb of him so deep inside… Her eyes nearly crossed. Her toes did curl. She managed a mute nod.
The words I love you! lodged in the back of her throat when he began to move. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight.
*
Samantha was glorious.
Seeing her take her pleasure, watching how the slightest touch, the smallest change in pressure or angle made her arch and moan, was the single greatest thing ever. But because it was the single greatest thing ever, and because it had been so long, and because she was so…her, Ozzie’s body teetered on the edge of release. He had to grit his teeth and fist his hand in the covers beside her head, fighting tooth and nail to keep from going off before she did.
He tried to go slow, tried to do everything just like she wanted, but she was so hot, her body rising and falling beneath his. When he hit the right spot, her hips arched off the bed. “Yes!” she cried. “Oh, Ozzie! Yes! Right there!”
Right there indeed.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her ass. It kept her angled into the position she craved. The one they both craved. The one that had the sensitive tip of his cock sliding along the top wall of her channel, rubbing that swollen patch of nerve-rich flesh.
The sounds she made became low and guttural. And him? He was growling, panting, encouraging her ever higher with dirty talk that, in any other situation, would make them both blush to the roots of their hair.
He was lost in the slide of flesh. In and out. Give and take. Two bodies striving for one mutual goal.
He could have died on the spot and been happy doing it. He was inside Samantha. Samantha, Samantha, Samantha… Her name became a refrain that matched the rhythm of their bodies. Sliding his hands beneath her butt, he gripped her plump cheeks and lifted her higher. Increasing the pressure, the friction. Thrusting harder. Deeper. Over and over again. When she whimpered, a desperate, kittenish sound, he knew she was close.