He wanted her bareback.
He wanted her always.
Jesus, what put that thought into his head?
It fled as his balls emptied and her own release came hot on the heels of his.
“I feel…your cock…jerking inside me!” She squeezed her eyes shut and came, rocking upward, sliding over his length and taking all she needed from him.
Watching her face, he sucked in each small quiver of her lips and twitch of her eyelid as a final puff of a sigh burst out.
They collapsed together. For a solid minute, he only heard his own pounding heart. Then he heard hers and realized he’d dropped his head to rest on her breasts.
She cradled him against her with all the tenderness he never knew from a woman he slept with. It made the moment different.
It changed him.
After a long moment, she relaxed her thighs around his hips. “Ross…”
“Uh.” He couldn’t move even if she told him he was too heavy. The pillow of her soft breasts was home and a thousand emotions he couldn’t name and never felt before.
“What is it, honey?” He waited for her to speak.
She wrapped her arms tight around him, making it impossible for him to move without peeling himself away from her.
“Can we… Can we do that again?”
His smile stretched across her damp skin. Then he moved to claim her lips, taking it from the top.
* * * * *
Ross’s mouth on her breasts slowly leeched her mind out through her pores until she only cared about the exquisite pleasure.
His hot tongue roaming from nipple to nipple, sucking and gently biting set her on fire. Men hardly took time to make sure a lover gained pleasure. They hopped on and off with barely a kiss between. Not Ross.
He was better than anything she might have imagined. Even their first encounter in the motel left her partially aching. Now tingles spread through her, doubling and tripling as he kissed a path up her throat.
She arched her neck, and he crested over the point of her chin to capture her lips. They shared a moan, and she opened her eyes to stare at Ross.
Tenderness washed through his eyes. With her chest heaving to gain breath, she cupped his face, brushing her fingertips over his beard stubble.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured in a rumble she felt to her curled toes.
Were they playing a trust game? She’d trust this man to catch her no matter what. He’d more than proved she could trust him with her life—and now her body.
She let her lids slip shut. Feeling him hovering above her, she waited with a breath catching in her throat.
Then he lightly pinched her chin and took her mouth. The gentle caress deepened. He pressed his tongue against her lips to seek entrance. She opened to him and he delved in, swirling against her tongue.
Suddenly, he withdrew. She started to open her eyes, but he stopped her with a command.
“Keep them shut.”
Quivering with anticipation, she twisted her fingers in the sheets and waited for what he’d do.
His mouth landed on her shoulder. She turned her head, seeking him, but he was gone.
Next, he kissed her ribs just below her breast. Sucking in a gasp, she arched to find his lips—too late.
His teeth grazed her opposite hip. She expected him to continue lower, but he startled her by taking hold of her nipple in a suck that drew her off the bed. A louder moan escaped her, cut short when he released her nipple.
The bed shifted, and she tried to guess his position.
He sucked her toe into his mouth.
The warm, strange sensation never sounded exciting to her, but without her sense of sight, her nerve endings were short-circuiting. Everything felt amazing. Shocking.
She waited for a kiss to her ankle. Her knee. Neither came.
When something soft yet hard brushed over her mouth, she automatically snaked out her tongue. Salty-sweet juice hit her tastebuds. She gasped, and as soon as she opened, he slid his cock inside.
She blindly reached for him. Finding a muscled thigh, she dragged him closer, taking him deep in her throat. His roughened growl made her flames of desire leap. She had little experience giving oral, but she wanted to do this right for Ross. She wanted him to remember every single moment of her mouth on his cock.
Moaning around his thick length, she drew him in. He swayed out again until she could only lap at his swollen head. She felt a sticky string of precum stretch to the tip of her tongue.
“Don’t move,” he ground out. “Fuck, honey.”
He moved again. She started to open her eyes, but his weight atop her felt so good, so drugging, that she couldn’t if she tried. “I want you,” he whispered against her lips.
“Take me,” she urged.
“There’s nothing I want more. But I only ever carry one condom.”
She opened her eyes. His stare pierced through her, a knife blade of passion.
“Why?” she heard herself ask.
“I never want a woman more than once.”
Her lips fell open, and his eyes creased at the corners with the strain of holding back mirrored in his tight mouth.
She placed her hands on his chest. His chest hair tickled her fingers, and his long cock lay heavy against her thigh, inches from her pussy.
She wanted him with a burning need that left her shaking. But she was aware of some pivot point between them. A tenuous struggle and a thread that if snapped, could never be rejoined.
He started to roll away from her, but she held him with a strength borne of her training in martial arts.
“Pip…” He shook his head.
She directed his gaze back to hers with a hand on his jaw. “We’ve already crossed lines.”
“But this is too much. If I take you bare…” A shudder ripped through the planes of muscle on his spine.
She leaned up and kissed him, throwing every ounce of want into the caress. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rubbed her wet pussy against his length. If he chose to take this moment in another direction, she’d follow his lead.
For a heavy heartbeat, he froze over her. Letting her kiss him. A block of granite chiseled from his hometown of Stone Pass. She rubbed her aching clit against his hard shaft.
“Fuck!” He trapped her face in his hands and thrust his tongue over hers as he angled his cock toward her center. He entered her wet heat in one smooth glide that filled her, stretched her.
The insane feel of Ross bare inside her, with no barrier and only pure trust, tipped the scales in her mind—and the butterflies of young infatuation she harbored for Ross grew up into an adult love stronger than any other emotion she’d ever felt.
His groan vibrated through her. She opened her eyes to catch the look of absorption on his rugged features. Fiery sparks lit his green eyes like a wildfire overtaking a forest of pines.
Their mouths collided in time to their bodies. He meshed his fingers with hers and locked one hand to the bed. She jammed the fingers of her other hand into his hair, tugging him down again and again as he plundered her mouth.
His hard cock slipping through her clenching walls carried her to the brink. She felt wholly exposed—he knew her and she knew him.
It raised her up. Set her free. Any walls she ever hid behind crumbled.
Her orgasm struck with a blinding force. She felt the moment he threw it all away too as he stiffened, jerked once and then pumped his cum into her.
A dizzy realization that he could have just created a child with her, how irresponsible they were being, and how she didn’t care at this moment because she loved this man with a power that transcended life, all shattered with her release.