She bounces up and down on me, and pleasure zips up my spine as her channel squeezes me with every thrust of her hips. Her tits jiggle when she picks up speed, and I bury my face in her chest while grabbing handfuls of her ass. I jerk her up and down on me as I suck, lick, and bite her tits and her nipples. She is writhing and moaning on top of me, and she has never looked hotter. Moving my hands to her hips, I control her movements, slamming her up and down on my dick, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need to impale myself inside her so I leave an indelible mark.
Without warning, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, keeping her latched on to my cock, until I reposition us at the edge of the bed. Lowering her on her back, I thrust her legs over my shoulders before bending my knees until I reach the right angle to drive into her. I ram into her like a madman, pushing all the way in and pulling back out. I keep up a punishing pace because I can’t control my hormones or the possessive need to own her completely. Her body jostles up and down on the bed as I pound into her, tilting her hips up so I can drive even deeper. But it’s still not deep enough.
Bending down over her, with her legs still hanging off my shoulders, I plant my hands on either side of her head as I fuck her into the bed, grunting as I push myself in farther and farther, fueled by this relentless need to bury myself deep, deep, deep. My mouth collides with hers in a desperate marriage of lips, teeth, and tongue, and I swallow her cries as I feel a familiar tingle building at the base of my spine and my balls tightening. I know I can’t hold back for much longer, so I push up off the bed and maneuver us around until we’re lying vertically across the middle.
Rearing up onto my knees, I latch her legs around my waist and move my fingers to her clit while I slam in and out of her. “I’m almost there,” I pant as a line of sweat glides down my spine. Little beads of sweat dampen her forehead, plastering strands of golden hair to her brow. “Come with me.” I flick at her nub as I plow into her with my cock, holding a little back in an attempt to delay the inevitable. I won’t let loose until she’s ready to soar with me. With my free hand, I explore her body, running my fingers over her hips, her stomach, and up to her tits.
When I tweak her nipples, she lets out a primitive moan, and her back arches off the bed. Her hips buck, her breathing speeds up, and a flush spreads over her pretty skin, and I know she’s close. Pressing down on her clit, I rut into her harder and faster, and I can’t stop my orgasm.
I let out a roar as I come, rubbing her tight bundle of nerves, and then she’s flying with me, and the sounds bouncing off the walls of my apartment are almost inhuman.
I collapse on top of her before rolling to the side and taking her with me. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, I carefully examine her face. There are no tears this time, only the biggest smile. She laughs, scraping her fingers through my hair in a way that has me purring like a cat. “I have a feeling you’re going to exhaust me, Vander.” She leans in and kisses me. “Is sex with you always a full-body workout?” she teases, dropping kisses on my chest while I recalibrate my breathing.
“Yes, and yes,” I pant, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and angling her head so she’s looking at me. “I love you.”
Her features soften. “I know.” She places her hand over my heart before dipping her head and kissing my chest.
“I won’t ever get tired of showing you how much.” My fingers creep down her spine, and my palm flattens on her ass. I knead her flesh, and a little squeal escapes her mouth. I smirk, dusting kisses all over her face. “Give me three minutes, and I’ll be ready to prove it to you again.”
34
KENDALL
“Someone seems happy,” June says, popping her head in the door of my office on Monday.
“That is one way of putting it.” I grin at her like a loon because I can’t stop smiling. I have been floating on a cloud since Saturday-night-slash-Sunday-morning. “Want to go out for lunch?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” She winks. “I want all the juicy details!”
I stand and grab my coat. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Okay, spill, chica. Please tell me the reason you’re walking a little funny is because you got the best dicking of your life over the weekend,” June says, occupying one of the seats at the corner table of the coffee place around the block from the office.
I stare at my friend with my mouth hanging open as I deposit the tray with our wraps and coffees on the table. “Wow. Way to just put it out there.”
“I’m calling it like I see it.” She grabs her wrap and takes a sip of her coffee as I claim the seat opposite her.
“Am I really walking funny?” I won’t deny I’m sore or every time I sit I still feel Vander inside me, but I didn’t think it was noticeable.
“Only to the discernible eye.”
That just means her. “Okay, good, because I can’t have people figuring out what’s going on.”
“What happened?” She pins eager eyes on me as she bites into her wrap.
My cheeks heat as I unwrap my lunch. “I did it,” I say, looking around to ensure no one from work is here. “I committed to him for six months, and we had sex.” My lips curve at the corners. “For hours. Over and over again. In all manner of positions. All of Saturday night and again on Sunday morning.”
She claps her hands in glee and squeals, like she’s five. “That is freaking awesome, and I don’t need to ask if it was good because no one fucks for hours if it isn’t.”
I lower my voice and lean toward her. “He’s a fucking god in the bedroom. Like, he seriously blew my mind. I never knew sex could be so amazing. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, and I’m on a countdown until we can do it again.” I let a wide grin loose. “I think I’m addicted to sex with him.” I shrug, still grinning. “I think I’m just addicted to him, period.” I bite into my wrap, basking in the afterglow and letting my excitement bubble to the surface. “He’s incredible, June. So thoughtful and attentive, and I just love spending time with him.”
Her mouth makes an O shape. “Oh, wow. You’re in love with him.”
“I’m not ready to admit that to myself,” I truthfully reply because I’m the queen of denial lately. “He tells me he loves me all the time, but I won’t say it until I’m sure what I’m feeling is love.”
“Bullshit.” June dabs sauce from the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “You know what you’re feeling. You’re just terrified to admit it, and that’s okay, Ken. You should go at your own pace, and don’t feel pressured to do or say anything you don’t want to.”
“He doesn’t pressure me. Not at all. He’s letting me set the pace, yet he totally took charge too, and it was so freaking hot.” I squeeze my thighs together as liquid heat gushes to my core when I remember all the ways he commanded my body. Glancing around again to ensure no one is listening, I strain toward her over the table. “He gave me five orgasms! Five in one night!” A giggle rips from my mouth. “Curtis never gave me one, and I was married to him for over seventeen years.”