With one quick change in position, her legs were wrapped around my hips.
The heat of her nestled against my body, just above my dick, was torturous and exhilarating all at once.
Hungry and insatiable, I flicked the clasp on her bra and dragged my mouth from her lips to the stiff peaks I’d been waiting to sample for far too long.
Using my tongue, teeth, lips, and fingers, I teased her, switching from one nipple to the other.
My cock pressed into the soft bed, torturing me.
The heat of her pussy seared my skin, and her squirming made it hard to focus. Every moan sharpened my drive and spurred me on.
Soon her fingers in my hair became less caresses and more clenches.
Wanting to make this an unforgettable night without a hint of a rain cloud, I shoved myself lower.
My dick rubbing against the bed was torture, but I was determined to taste her this time.
Tugging her underwear down by the waistband, I flung them across the room and settled myself between her legs.
The hair covering her folds glistened, and her clit peeked out from its hood, demanding attention.
Happy to comply, I circled the bundle of nerves with my thumb.
Her feet slammed against the mattress. “Oh, shit!”
My smirk was lost to the need to give her pleasure even though my cock was screaming for relief.
Taking my cues from her moans and cries, I lathed her opening with my tongue, wanting every drop of her. Every sound from her pushed me closer to my brink.
I dipped my fingers inside her pussy and her back arched off the bed. Rubbing them against her walls, I found the spot that earned me a heel to my back. The pain made the pleasure I was giving her that much sweeter.
My name burst free from her lips with a raspy moan.
Liquid fire felt like it had been poured into my veins.
Her legs tightened around my head, blocking out all sound other than the thundering of my pulse. She relaxed and I crawled up her body, triumphant at the dazed look in her hooded gaze.
My body was ablaze, ready and on the brink if I didn’t have her soon.
With sex-hazy, glazed eyes, she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Even flushed from her orgasm, the redness in her skin deepened. “I could say the same about you, Hunter.”
The barest of chuckles made it through the tightness in my throat.
Her fingers increased in urgency, pushing against my boxers. “I need you now.”
For some reason I wanted this to last. I wanted to be here with her as long as I could, staying in this perfect moment where nothing else mattered except for the way she looked up at me.
A quick tug later there was nothing separating us. I dragged the head of my cock up and down her slickness, shuddering at the teeth-clenching pleasure rocketing down my spine.
Finally gathering enough sense, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on.
She hitched her legs higher on my hips, heels against my spine, opening herself up to me completely. “Stop teasing m—”
The last word was lost to a gasp when I plunged deep into her in one motion. Buried to the hilt, I gripped the sheets to keep my orgasm at bay.
Settling over her, I opened my eyes, and she stared up at me with a hooded, unfocused gaze. I rocked back before powering forward.
She gasped and tightened around me.
“Are you happy now?”
“Completely.” Her body arched and her breasts rubbed against my chest, adding to the avalanche of sensations ripping through my body.
The tight, velvety grip of her around me, coupled with the spasms and ripples of her walls, nearly ended me. My jaw locked, and I ground out curses, trying to rein in the pleasure rocketing through me. The waves of pleasure rolled over me hard, threatening to kick me back up onto the shore like an inexperienced rookie.
Her fingers tightened against my back, digging into the muscle, and her body went rigid under me. She buried her head against my neck and clung to me like she was afraid she’d float away.
My hips snapped, racing toward the orgasm just out of reach. Letting myself loose, I pounded into her, and her gasps heightened until she screamed my name against my skin.
I plunged over the precipice of the chaotic storm of bliss, feeling it in my teeth, still clenched tight, and holding onto her.
My heart pounded, drumming in my chest at more than the pleasure hurtling down my spine. I wanted to hold her all night. I wanted to wake up beside her. A lurch jammed into my ribs that I’d be robbed of the peace of sleeping beside her. It was too risky, and I didn’t want to risk hurting her in my nightmare state or the shame that would come along with this misery I’d been living with for months. But that was later and this was now. I’d soak up all of her for as long as I could.
Slowly her muscles relaxed, and she dropped back onto the bed. Her legs fell free from the lock around me, and I fell forward, bracing my weight above her but not wanting to separate just yet.
“That was…” Her words were sex-drunk slurred.
“It really was.” Pulling myself free from her, I groaned and she moaned.
“I think you just made a new best friend.” Her eyes drifted closed.
After disposing of the condom, I was back on the bed with her. “Really?”
She opened one eye and nodded. “Oh yeah.”
“Does this mean I have permission to carry you whenever I want?” I grinned down at her, brushing the sweaty hair from her forehead.
She chuckled, her breasts jiggling as she swatted at me.
My cock, which had no business being ready for another round, stiffened against my leg.
Her fingers brushed against the center of my chest. “I’ll think about it.”
In the panting afterglow of sex, she groaned and rolled over, sliding out of the bed.
I propped myself up on my elbow and reached for her with my other hand. “Where are you going?”
She scrunched up her nose. “To my room.” Like it was the most obvious answer ever.
“Why?”
“Hunter, let’s not play games.” She said it almost like she was let down.
“I’m not playing games. It’s still early.” It wasn’t even midnight yet. Trevor had done one favor and gotten us back to the apartment earlier than I’d have normally left.
“You need your space. It’s fine. I get it.” She waved a placating hand in my direction.
“Sabri—” We still had time. I’d go pound an espresso if that’s what it took to make sure I didn’t nod off.
Her face filled with irritation and a sliver of sadness. “I won’t make you kick me out again.”
My throat tightened, and the words barely made it out. “I wasn’t going to kick you out.” Even to my own ears it was a lie. I wouldn’t kick her out like the first time, but I’d have had to come up with a reason for her to go. Maybe taking her to her room and having her again before tucking her in again.
“Were you honestly going to ask me to stay?” She propped her hands on her hips, looking every bit as magnificent as she had in the dress.
My gaze dropped, unable to say the words or explain that I couldn’t have her stay the night. My heart sank. It had been brimming with the possibly of the night and more time with her, and it was gone now.
She was out of my bed, ready to flee back to her own room, and I didn’t even have the words to tell her I wanted her with me. I’d been under her spell since she moved in, but I had tamped it down, locking it away because I couldn’t tell her what she wanted to hear. I couldn’t ask her to stay.