I could hear my inner dialogue as if I were a third party listening in. I bargained with myself. One night of passion with him and then I would stay away from him. Just one more night. I just needed him one more time to take the edge off.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips grazed my earlobe. “I dream about you every night. I think about touching you all the time. Sometimes, I think I smell you while I’m in bed, only to wake up and find myself alone.”
His words sent shivers up and down my spine. My entire body erupted into gooseflesh. “I think about you all the time.”
He ran his hands down my sides, stroking me through my clothes. He didn’t appear to be in any real hurry to strip me. I was feeling just the opposite. I felt as if I would erupt into flames if I didn’t have his skin against mine.
“I want you,” he breathed. His hands slid up my shirt, sliding up the fabric until I was reaching my hands to the ceiling. With one quick lift, it was over my head. I instinctively leaned into him, my breasts pushing against his hard chest.
“More,” I begged. “I need more.”
“I’m going to give you so much more.”
I rubbed against him like a cat rubbing against its owner. I demanded to be petted and stroked. “I’m so hot.”
“Yes, you are,” he teased. He pushed my pants down.
I very ungracefully stepped out of them and kicked them out of my way.
“You have too many clothes on,” I pouted, still rubbing my body against his.
“Shh,” he said before swallowing my complaints.
He slid his hand over my hip and circled around to move between my legs. The heat from his palm infused me with electricity as he pressed against my very core. I moaned, grinding my hips against his hand in an effort to seek more friction.
“More,” I begged. I was on fire. I had been too long without his touch. I needed him more than anything else in that moment.
“Take it,” he ordered. “I’m right here. You take what you need.”
I reached between us and held his hand against me before rubbing myself against the heel of his hand. I gasped, pure pleasure shooting through me. “Yes,” I whispered. I was in control.
I moved against his hand, riding it until I worked myself into a frenzy.
“Harder,” he commanded.
“More.”
“Harder,” he said again.
I was trembling with need. My body felt frenzied. It wasn’t enough. “More,” I said again with more force.
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me several inches before dropping me onto the bed. I scrambled backward, waiting for him to join me. He crawled beside me without taking off his clothes. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing when he put his hand over me once again. He didn’t move for several seconds, simply absorbing the heat emanating from between my legs. I writhed under him, desperate for penetration.
He pulled my panties away. I moaned, waiting for what I knew was coming next. His hand settled over my exposed center. When he didn’t slide the finger I was craving inside me, I took matters into my own hands. I placed my hand over his, pushing him against me. More heat and friction coursed through my body.
He made no move to put a finger inside me. Once again, I took the initiative. I adjusted his hand over me, and with my finger on the back of his index finger, I pushed him inside my slick opening. He was watching me with a fiery gaze, giving me the approval to keep going. I rocked against him, riding his finger as I held it right where I needed it to achieve the most satisfaction.
“There you go,” he growled. “Ride it. I know you can move faster.”
I cried out, rocking my hips and sliding his finger in and out of me. I pushed another one of his long fingers inside me, the tips of my own mingling with his. I could feel how wet I was. My mind blanked as I furiously worked toward the only thing I could focus on. Ecstasy. I was after it, chasing it until my body exploded in a series of brilliant flashes of white heat.
I moaned, writhing against him, his fingers still planted inside me. “There you go,” he coaxed. “That’s my girl. Take all you want.”
With the edge off, I was only getting started. I needed a lot more than a couple of fingers. I got up, pushing him to his back and furiously attacking him. First, it was his shirt. I yanked and tugged with no real thought to how I was going to get it off his body.
Once it was gone, I went after the pants. I slid down him, my feet hitting the floor as I tugged his pants and underwear off. I gave him no time to bark orders or tell me what he wanted. I knew what I wanted. I wanted him.
I slid my body back up his, trailing kisses over his defined abs and spending a little extra time on his chest before finally landing on his mouth.
I devoured him, rubbing my body against his. He reached up to unhook my bra, freeing my breasts. I purred against him, sliding my hard nipples against his chest. The crinkly hairs smattered over his chest teased and tickled.
Soon, I couldn’t resist the urge to ride him. I sat up, looking down at the man who was looking up at me with pure lust in his eyes. “Fuck me,” he said the words that nearly had me orgasming right then.
I moved, adjusting my body to take him in. With slow, purposeful moves, I swallowed him inside me. I moved my hips, taking the last little bit and leaned back, closing my eyes and relishing in the feel of him throbbing inside me.
His hands reached up, grabbing my breasts and squeezing and tugging. I began to move in a slow rhythm, taking the time to grind against his body. Sounds of pleasure echoed around us.
He wasn’t bossing me now. He was letting me take the lead. Usually, it was breakneck speed to pleasure for me, but I wanted to savor the moment. I wanted to relish in every little spark of ecstasy and follow it until a new one caught my attention.
“Damn,” he said. “You feel so good, so tight. You are so fucking hot.”
A lazy smile spread over my lips as I continued my ride. I moved like I was on a leisurely stroll through a beautiful garden on a warm sunny day. I pressed my lips together, moaning with pleasure. “I want to ride you all night.”
“Baby, you can ride me all week,” he answered. His hands moved to my thighs, sliding up and down. I could feel his need building as he squeezed my flesh.
“I have to move faster,” I told him. A wave of need overwhelmed me. I couldn’t stop my hips. I rode him hard and fast. My breasts bounced as I moved. I was on a mission and nothing was going to get in my way.
“Faster!” he shouted.
I cried out with frustration and need. I couldn’t seem to get fast enough for what my body was demanding. I tried. My hands settled on his chest, my fingertips digging in for purchase as I bounced harder and higher with every stroke.
“Oh god!” I cried out again when the orgasm slammed into me as if I had run face first into a wall. It actually threw me back. My back bowed and I could feel my nails dig into his flesh. I was helpless to do anything but ride it out.
His hips were bucking off the bed, threatening to unseat me. I held on for dear life as the ecstasy coursed through my veins, setting my skin on fire. I could hear his grunts and curses signaling his own pleasure had been reached.
In a flash, the force that had been keeping me upright broke and I collapsed against his chest in one big heap. I struggled to catch my breath. My body trembled as his arms came around me, holding me close to him. I could feel his heart pounding so hard it felt as if it would pop out of his chest.