I didn’t recognize my raspy voice. “Don’t stop fucking me.” My legs spread wide for him, inviting him back. Showing him how desperate I was to have him inside me again.
He slid against my clit, taking his time to tease me, linger between my folds. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust deep inside as his lips landed on my mouth, inhaling every part of me. Our breaths aligned as he moved in and out of me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel connected and whole, but with every thrust I was falling. Falling over the cliff that was the great abyss of Wes Blakefield.
“Come, baby. Come with me.” He grinned, sucking on my bottom lip until my body was a convulsing, shaking mess. I couldn’t control anything as he brought my orgasm to a peak. My toes curled. My head thrashed. My fingerti
ps tingled. And my core exploded as he ground deeper into me, giving into his own release.
I whimpered as my body desperately clung to him.
He collapsed on my chest, kissing my breasts. “That was fucking incredible.”
I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. I didn’t know what label to give it. Incredible. Fantastic. Erotic. Perfect.
He rolled on his side, avoiding his injured hand. “And I managed it all with one arm. Imagine what I can do with two.” He winked.
Could he see it? Could he see the change in me? Could he see what he had just done to me? My eyes locked on his and I felt the hammering in my heart. What in the hell had I just done? I had revealed parts of myself no man had ever seen. I had made noises no man had heard. I had obeyed all of his commands, feeling more confident and powerful than I ever had in bed. I didn’t want it to be true, but Wes was a sex god.
He drew a lazy circle on my stomach. “You okay?”
I blinked. I wanted to reach out and trace his strong jaw. I wanted to stare in his eyes. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted to see what other moves he had. I knew I had only seen a preview of what he could do. And it had me desperate for more.
“Yes.”
“Is that all?” he teased.
“How would you feel if I took off these high heels?”
He laughed. “You have my permission.”
I leaned forward, unlacing the heels that had accomplished their mission. I dropped them to the floor and lay back on the bed to admire Wes’s body. He was rippled in places I didn’t know were possible on a man. He had a solid six-pack. My fingertips traced the lines between his muscles. I couldn’t help it. I wandered down to the tops of his muscular thighs, raking my nails over his skin.
“Careful, Doc. You’re dealing with a professional athlete. I have the kind of stamina most men would kill for.”
But I didn’t heed his warning. I wanted more. More of him. More of his body. More of his cock. I began to stroke along his shaft until it came to life under my touch. He groaned and I smiled. He rolled on his back as my hand slid up and down, making him harder with each stroke.
“I like how quickly you recover,” I teased. I eyed him hungrily as I lowered my mouth to take him inside. I tasted the drop of salty dew on the tip before sliding my lips over his entire cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting into my mouth.
My instincts took over as I moved over his shaft, swirling my tongue, sucking, licking until he was thrusting deep into my throat. I cupped his balls and he growled.
I don’t know how it happened, but even with one hand, he was stronger than me. He forced me upright until I was straddling him. I sank onto his cock, taking it deep inside me. I rocked harder and harder against him.
“Oh, God,” I cried. “It’s so intense like this.” I closed my eyes as my body took over.
“Fuck me, baby. Hard,” he commanded, grinning as he watched my tits bounce as I lost all control.
I couldn’t stop. There was fire between my legs and with him inside me, all I could think about were the sensations exploding through my skin. I forgot the second condom. I forgot he was a womanizing playboy. I rode him harder and harder, driving us to the next cliff, not knowing what would happen if we fell off the cliff. Only knowing that as long as Wes was inside me, I’d do anything to keep him there.
He twisted my nipple between his fingers and I screamed as my orgasm began to shatter through my veins.
It was an intensity I’d never had as he pushed up, releasing inside of me, sealing our bodies together with the sweat of sex, the pulsing of our limbs, the kisses that stole my breath. He reached for my neck, bringing my lips to his, as he pumped everything he had inside me. My mouth sucked at his as our orgasms claimed us both, and the heat of his release spread through me like lava. I finally dropped onto his chest with exhaustion.
He traced my spine with his fingers as he kissed my forehead.
“I might have been wrong about something.”
I closed my eyes. “What?”