Then he flipped me to my stomach and pressed kisses down my back.
“I love your beard. I love the feel of it on me.”
“Pleased to hear it. Get used to it.”
I smile and enjoy the sensation—light, teasing, arousing—down my spine, across my cheeks, my thighs, and my calves and then back up.
Just as suddenly, Sly’s closing his hands on my hips and dragging me up to my knees, ass in the air. He positions himself behind me and rubs the head of his erection in circles at my soaking wet pussy.
“Toss me a condom, babe.”
Thank God he remembered because I was lost in the moment and the oh-so-erotic sensations. I turn my head and stretch out my arm, just managing to grab one then pass it over my shoulder. He nabs it and I hear the foil tear.
A moment later, he plunges inside me with no warning, and oh God, it’s heaven. I moan and bury my face in the comforter, stretching my arms out over my head and arch like a cat, taking him all in.
“That’s my kitten.”
He pulls almost all the way out and then drives back in. I feel his warm calloused palm rub over the small of my back.
“Love these sexy little dimples,” he growls.
He grabs my hips and pulls me back hard, pinning me to him, and my mouth forms an O as I stutter in a gasp.
“I want to fuck you hard, Michaela. That okay?”
I nod, unable to speak.
“Baby, you with me?” Apparently a nod isn’t good enough.
“Yes, yes.”
He begins to do exactly what he said—he fucks me hard, and I love every minute of it. At this angle, he’s hitting the right spot and it’s incredible. I can’t believe I’m going to come again. Multiple orgasms are a thing! Who knew you just had to have the right partner—a gorgeous, badass biker who knows what the hell he’s doing.
Holy hell.
“Baby, you almost there?” Sly’s voice is rough and gravelly, like he’s talking through his teeth.
I nod vigorously, because I’m so there.
“Come for me, Michaela. Come all over me, baby.”
And with his command, I do, crying out.
He locks his hands tight on my hips, then pins me to him and erupts, growling as he comes. “So good, baby girl. So fucking good.”
I melt into the mattress, too weak to lift a muscle. Sly pulls away and disappears to the bathroom, then returns and collapses next to me on the bed. Dragging my limp body to him, he tucks me against his side as hands stroke my skin, my back, and my ass.
“You gonna be sore tomorrow?”
“Um-hmm,” I murmur.
“Good.” He smacks my ass. “I want you to remember me.”
My arms go around his stomach, and I reach up and pinch his nipple.
“Oww!” he yelps.
“I want you to remember me too.”
Sly’s chest vibrates under my head with his laughter. He kisses the top of it, and I drift off to sleep, totally exhausted and sated.
Sometime during the night I wake to find him playing with my pussy, his long fingers stroking me gently. I moan and twist as he slides down my body and moves between my legs.
“Sly,” I moan.
“Hush, baby. This is all for you.” He settles his mouth over me and plays with me for a long, long time until I’m so wet and needy I can’t take anymore. Only then does he bring me to orgasm, and I swear with each one, they’re more powerful than the last. My body is learning his every touch and craving it like a drug it can’t get enough of. I want more. And I know I’ll always want more.
Seventeen
Michaela—
I’m lying on my side with Sly’s warm body pressed to my back. His arm around my waist tightens, and I feel his morning wood against my bottom. He moves his hand up to close over one of my breasts and squeezes while his lips caress my ear. “Mornin’, kitten.”
I snuggle deeper into the pillow. “Morning.”
A thumb brushes across my still-tender nipple, repeatedly, until it hardens in response. Then he takes it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging at it until a moan rumbles up from my throat. It hurts so good.
Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, he abandons my breast, and his hand trails down to slip between my legs. Warm long fingers seek out and find my clit; their tips roll in slow, easy circles, coaxing a response. I can’t keep my body from responding, and my hips arch and thrust in a slow rhythm with his strokes.
Sly’s free arm slips under and around my neck to cup my breast and, at the same time, pulls me back tight against him while he keeps up those pleasure-inducing strokes. He torments my nipple while he dips two fingers down, finding me wet and spreading the lubrication to my clit with tender caresses.
“You gonna give me this sweet pussy?” he whispers against my ear, and I can’t help nodding.
He moves his hand to line himself up and drives in from behind. I moan while he wraps his strong arm around my hips to hold me tight as he begins to thrust slowly, in and out, driving me insane with need and desire.
Oh, God. He fills me so good—so, so good. I’m still tender from last night, but this sweet, slow fucking is incredibly arousing and the soreness just adds another layer. I arch my head back, loving the feeling. His mouth latches on to the tender skin under my jaw and he sucks.
Holy hell, that turns me on and I stutter in a gasp. His movements increase in speed.
He rolls and twists me to my stomach, then raises himself up to his knees. Both hands close over my hipbones, then he drags my ass upward and plows into me, his speed ramping up until he’s pounding into me again and again.
“Fuck,” he mutters in a guttural voice. “Fuck, yeah, kitten. You take me so good.”
I twist my head to look back at him. His face is a feral mask of masculine drive all focused on taking my pussy. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. In this position, he’s finding that sweet spot deep inside me with every stroke.
“Oh, God … Yes, yes.”
He smacks my jiggling ass cheek. “Love that, baby. Keep it up.”
I moan again. “Please.”
“You like when I fuck you, baby girl?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I love your dick in me. It feels so good.”
His tempo ramps up even harder at my words.
“Come for me, angel.” He reaches around and rubs my clit, and I detonate hard, loudly purring into the pillow.
Suddenly he pulls out, takes his dick in his hand, and ejaculates onto the small of my back and ass cheeks, pumping with his fist until he’s all spent. It’s then I realize he didn’t use a condom.
Sly collapses on the bed beside me.
“No condom,” I remind him.
“Fuck, Michaela. I’m sorry.” He’s breathing hard and slicked with sweat. His head turns toward me. “Hey, don’t worry, I’m clean. I always wrap up.”
I smile. “Like this time?”
“No, I got carried away with you. Shit. I swear on my honor this was the first fucking time I didn’t use one.” He frowns. “You on the pill?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, good. But … I mean, if you weren’t, I pulled out. Not that that’s foolproof or anything. Fuck, I can’t believe I did that.”