“Syd.” His voice was strangled as he raked his teeth across my neck.
I wanted to come apart in his hand. My head fell to the side. My hips bounced under his command.
His mouth covered my nipple and I moaned for more. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted to feel our bodies come alive together.
My eyes locked on his. The lust and desire dripped between us. I untangled my arms from his neck and slowly rolled on my stomach. I heard him growl with pleasure as he positioned himself behind me.
I bit my lip, anticipating the exhilaration his body gave mine. AJ gripped my hips, sliding the tiny bit of fabric to the side enough to nudge his cock to my entrance.
I moaned, trying to rock my hips enough to coax him inside, but he held fast. He made me feel the fullness of him in that moment. The pure pleasure and pressure of him widening me. Spreading me. Preparing me for the way he was going to satisfy me with his solid shaft.
I watched him over my shoulder. He eyed my ass hungrily, sliding his palm over the roundness just as he slammed into me.
I cried out.
He thrust again. My eyes rolled from the impact. He pushed into me as I rocked back. I used my palms to match his thrusts with more power and force. Our grunts grew louder. The sweat dripped from his chest. I panted and mewed for more.
I squealed when AJ flipped me to my back. He lifted my ankles to his shoulders and sank his cock deep inside me. So deep I saw stars and blinding light that filled me with white-hot pleasure. I felt the tears sting the corners of my eyes.
He reached forward, flicking my clit with a constant rhythm. I writhed beneath him. My legs bouncing, until the climax took off like a firework.
“Oh God!” I screamed, searching for anything to keep me grounded. “AJ. AJ,” I begged. “Fuck me.”
He kissed my ankle, nipping at my skin with his teeth. I’d never seen anything sexier in my life. This man was incredible. We were either perfectly right or perfectly wrong together. All I knew was that my body craved his. I craved this. The unleashing. The freedom. The erotic dance we staged until we were exhausted. Until we were raw and exposed. Until we passed out from our untamed need.
We climbed higher. He lifted my hips in the air. Our eyes met. I knew the impact would shatter me, but I wanted it. I wanted him to make me feel. To fill me with heat and fire.
“Syd, I love fucking you.”
He buried himself with a final thrust. There was nothing holding back the cascade of quakes. Our moans
filled the small room as we reveled in our orgasms. My body vibrated and tingled. I sighed.
“Fuck, babe. You make me lose my mind,” he whispered. His voice gravely and low.
I smiled. “In a good way.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know about that.” He winked, gently placing my feet on the floor. He lay next to me on the bed I had made us for the night.
“I’m not cold anymore,” I added. “I think we heated this tiny room up.”
He chuckled. “I told you.”
The wind whipped and I jumped when the shutter broke from a hinge and smacked into the window. AJ’s arm wrapped around me.
“It’s ok. Just a shutter. The storm must be closer. It will pass by morning.”
My eyes widened. I exhaled. “Ok. I wasn’t jumpy for about thirty minutes. You distracted me.”
He grinned. “That doesn’t seem nearly long enough,” he growled, pushing me on my back. “You need more distractions?”
I traced his lips with my finger. He had the most perfect kissable lips. “I’m sorry I took off the way I did. I really am.”
“Don’t do it again, Syd.”
I shook my head. “Never.”
Chapter Eight