Bayli couldn’t get a word out. Couldn’t speak around the oh, hell, yes, please keep doing this to me! lodged in her throat.
He was hammering into her, the head of his cock hitting that precious spot that made unfamiliar and untamed sounds lurch from low in her throat. Made her mind swim in a sea of erotic thoughts. Made her body quiver and her insides home in on every sensation that expanded and coalesced and then once again erupted.
“Rory!” she called out. “Oh! Oh, God!”
“Bayli,” he grunted. “Honey … not so tight. Don’t squeeze me so damn … Ah, hell!” He pumped into her. “Not so fucking tight…”
But she knew it was too late. He knew it was too late.
She couldn’t stop. Neither could he.
His hips continued to surge; his cock swelled. She felt the throbbing within her, even as she succumbed to her own orgasm. And sensed another building behind it.
Rory’s hand on her ass clasped her cheek tightly, kept her angled just right. His mouth was on her neck, tugging at the skin with his teeth, soothing the bites with his tongue.
“Shit…,” he said on a rough sigh. Then, “Oh, hell, yes.”
He gave a final thrust. His body convulsed, his cock exploded deep within her.
“Oh, God, Rory!” She came again on a rush of heat and a wave of euphoria. “Oh, fuck.”
She held him to her as they both lost themselves in the heat of the moment, in the electrifying release.
Bayli had absolutely no desire to move. To return to reality. To face the fact that she was drowning in a sexual abyss created by two unbelievably sensual, talented men … and she didn’t want anything or anyone to encroach on the most incredible fantasy/fairy tale any woman could ever wish for.…
TEN
“I’m crushing you,” was the first thing out of Rory’s mouth when he eventually came around. How long that took him he had no fucking clue.
“I’m okay,” Bayli said in a soft, languorous tone. “No need to move just yet.”
“This can’t be comfortable.”
“It’s fantastic,” she assured him. “You on top of me, inside me, breathing quite heavily on my neck. All amazingly fantastic.”
He chuckled, low and just as lazy as her voice was. “Well, you did pretty much blow my mind.”
“Impossible.”
“Says you.” He shifted slightly and she groaned in protest. “Just trying to alleviate some of the weight on you.”
“I did just say that it’s fantastic, right? Are you hard of hearing?”
“No, I am not hard of hearing. Smart-ass.” His lips skimmed the long column of her neck down to her collarbone. She shivered from the touch. So he continued on. His tongue swept over the top of one breast. Then his head dipped so that he could curl his tongue around her puckered nipple. Her perfectly pink puckered nipple, to be exact.
She writhed beneath him. Sighed contentedly.
“That’ll lead to all kinds of crazy things happening between us again,” she said.
“I didn’t think you’d complain.”
“I’m clearly not complaining.” Her leg was draped over his lower back. Her fingers were tangled in his hair. Well, one hand, anyway. The other gripped his ass cheek. It’d been there for some time. She’d pressed him into her as he’d fucked her, telling him in no uncertain terms that she wanted more and more of what he had to offer. Without even saying a word.
He suckled her nipple and she moaned. A sound he loved hearing.
Rory murmured, “I could completely lose myself in this body of yours.” He kissed the underside of her breast, then down her rib cage to her belly. She had to let go of his ass, but it was a price he was willing to pay. Because he was headed south again to that incredibly delectable spot between her legs where—
“Hey,” she said as his cock started to pull out of her to accommodate the new position. “Where are you going? You were getting hard again.”