“Maybe a little of both, but it’s the truth. I just might not be able to say it as easily normally.”
“So if I slip one of those toys inside you, then turn you over and slap your beautiful ass until that butt plug feels huge inside you, until you’re throbbing for my cock, you won’t shriek and run away.”
Now her laughter was throaty. “I’ll shriek and beg for more.”
“And if I take out the plug and shove my cock inside you while I slide that toy in and out of your pussy, you won’t wonder if I’m really building up to demanding we have a fucking orgy, as if any other woman in the world could ever compete with you.”
“No.” She gave him a faint smile. “Because I trust you. With every part of my body, my mind, my heart. I trust you.” She lifted her arms and stretched them over her head, arching her back so that her full breasts strained against her cotton top. “Do what you want with me. To me. With me.”
Emotion moved through him, making his heart race and his gut churn. He’d wanted to hear just those words, and now that he had, they were too much. Her trust overwhelmed him. Something so fragile could be damaged thoughtlessly. Irreparably.
God, she wasn’t the only one who was afraid.
Under his perusal, she took off her top and bra. Then she reclined and widened her thighs as far as she could with the pants around her ankles, smiling like the temptress she was. “I think I’d rather have a ride in here. Fuck the snow.”
The perfume of her arousal swam in his head. “You drive me insane, you know that?” he gritted out.
He cupped her face and slanted his mouth over hers. He kept the kiss light as he grasped one of her breasts, thumbing the nipple with the need he doubted he’d ever tamp down when it came to her. Her eyes shut, lashes fluttering against her cheeks while he eased back to savor her breasts with tongue and teeth.
The eager, yearning sounds she made pushed him past his control. Soon he was sucking her deep, driven to take her further than she’d ever gone before. Not just sexually. Sex was easy. He wanted to connect with her in a way that wouldn’t fade as quickly as the scent of their lovemaking.
If he couldn’t be anything else to her right now, he could be her friend. The best friend she’d ever had.
He rolled the bead on his tongue over each of her taut peaks, then dragged it down the center of her torso. Her need fragranced the air, and he bent to savor its sweetness, to sip from her center as if she were his own personal chalice. She spread her legs wide, squirming under his erotic assault, while he worked the butt plug in her ass in and out in concert with his tongue in her slit.
Every time she neared orgasm, he shifted his attention to her pussy, gently sucking, drawing his piercing over her sodden flesh and using a single finger to tease her opening as her body clenched to be filled.
“Goddamn you, Justin. You’re going to get it,” she threatened, whacking his side with her heel. “You better let me come.”
Chuckling, he rose. “Oh, hell yeah, I’m definitely going to get it. Especially when it’s so pink and wet, all for me.”
He shed his clothes, then crawled over her body, stopping when he straddled her hips. Staring down at her in the faint light from the hall, he traced the bow of her mouth with fingers damp from her excitement, and simultaneously squeezed his cock. It throbbed in his grip, echoing the roar in his head.
As many times as he’d imagined having her beneath him again, the reality didn’t touch the fantasy. Her blond hair spilled over the dark comforter, and her hands twitched with her desire to touch him.
But she was letting him run the show.
Slowly, he worked his cock, drawing his palm from root to tip while she watched. Occasionally flashes of her tongue came out to torment him from between her shiny lips. “Uh-uh. As good as you are with that mouth, I want your pussy. Seems only fair, since I got it so nice and wet.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “You think that was from you? I was imagining my celebrity crush. That former Back Door Boy. What’s his name? Timberfake? Yeah, him. I was picturing his big, thick—”
Before she could finish, he moved backward and rolled the broad head of his cock over her slit, the only warning he gave her. Then he thrust deep, spearing into her so hard and fast that her teasing litany ended in a half cry.
He held his thumb on her clit, flicking it on every inward drive. Even with as small as the plug was, it made her tighter, and her satiny grip tore groan after groan from his mouth.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuated the words with brutal strokes that she arched into eagerly. “Do you feel how deep I am?” He flexed his hips, and she whimpered, rolling her head back and forth. “You’re throbbing around me, and it’s making my balls ache. I want to come in you.”
He wasn’t wearing a condom, and right then he didn’t care. It was a break from his gentlemanly protocol, but his need to brand this woman robbed him of all good sense. If she said the word, he’d pull out and spend his climax in his fist.
If she didn’t, he’d lose himself in her and forget the rest of the world existed.
“It’s okay. We’re covered.” She reached down to lay her cool palm on the rippling muscles of his stomach. “Fill me with you,” she whispered.
His throat tightened, and he grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his chest. He held it against his thundering heart while he picked up the pace, lengthening his strokes, swiveling into her again and again in a way that he knew would bring her to the peak quickest.
Her body bowed up, yielding entirely to his as he pounded into her. No matter how hard he fucked her, he never let go of his grasp on her hand—and she never relinquished her invisible hold on his heart.
As much as he tried to stave it off, the orgasm built from the depths of him, streaking along his spine. He braced, poised to leap with her.
She had to be there with him.
And then she hurtled over first, jerking up to fuse her mouth to his so that he tasted her cries of completion while her release drenched his cock.
Fighting the inevitable seemed useless, so he gave himself over to it, to her, pulsing into her again and again until their joint arousal squeezed out around his length and soaked into the comforter beneath her. It was dirty and erotic, and damn, he almost came again just seeing it when he pulled out of her quivering pussy.
He trailed his finger down her cleft, groaning softly at the moisture that drizzled over his skin. The plug in her ass was saturated, and she gasped at the feeling of him turning it like a dial, setting off aftershocks that sent more rivulets of their pleasure from her body.
“I have something important to tell you. Brace yourself.”
Her swallow was audible. “Okay.”
“Timberfake’s not from Back Door Boys. He’s from N’sanity. You mixed up your vintage boy bands,” he murmured, placing a chaste kiss on her swollen nipple.
Giggling, she ran her fingers through his hair. He could practically taste her relief. “I prefer you anyway, so it’s all good.”
He had to laugh as he drew back and cupped her face. “Let’s go for that ride.”
Despite her complaints, he insisted she remove the plug before they went outside. He just didn’t want to take any chances with her. It turned out to be a moot point because the moment they stepped out into the winter wonderland, she slipped on a patch of ice outside the door and back inside they came.