“I’m not going anywhere.”
With a gentle hand, she pushes me so that I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. My cock stands tall and thick, dark and veiny. She looks at me, eyes heavy with desire. She slides her lacy thong down her legs, and when she licks her lips, I almost blow.
“Hell, Lara,” I gasp. “I need more time with you.”
She climbs onto my lap in a straddle, dark hair falling around us in a curtain. “We have to make the best of what we’ve got.” Reaching between her legs, she grips me, guiding me to her slick pussy.
Then she drops, taking me all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck…” my voice breaks, and my hands are fists grazing the sides of her ass as she rides me.
Her hips move quickly. She’s getting off on my cock, holding my shoulders and bucking. She rises all the way up and drops just as fast, pulling me in and out, milking me up and down until sparks of light shoot behind my closed eyes.
Every muscle in my body flexes. I try to hold out longer, but fuck if I don’t want this. Flipping her onto her back, I hold her thighs and jackhammer home. She might own me, but I’ll be damned if I won’t dominate her right back.
“Yes… yes!” Her ass rises to meet my every thrust, and her thighs start to jump and tremble under my palms.
Pleasure snakes up my legs, and when her body breaks, I break right along with her, moaning and shouting, bracing myself on the mattress as the orgasm radiates through my entire body.
I’m still deep inside her, and her hands are on my cheeks, her fingers threaded in the sides of my beard. My elbows bend, and I hold her down with my partial weight. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her arms tighten over my shoulders. I’m holding myself up, but she’s pulling me down. We hold each other through the aftershocks, breathing fast, and I feel her lightly kissing my neck.
“I’m crushing you,” I say, trying to lift up, but she holds me tighter.
“Crush me,” she sighs, pressing her body against mine. “I love to feel you on me.”
“Fuck, Lara.” I can’t seem to stop saying it. “You’re killing me.”
“Good.” A smile is in her voice, and she lifts her body to plant a quick kiss on my lips.
A little growl rises in my throat, and I lean down to take that mouth, pushing it open and sweeping my tongue inside. Our tongues curl together, stroking and tasting. Our lips capture each other’s, pulling and teasing. As hard as that last fuck was, heat moves through my pelvis.
Dropping beside her on the mattress, I rest my head on my hand. She rolls into me, pulling her body close against my chest.
“Hmm,” she sighs, tracing her fingers along the lines in my torso, and shit if I’m not overcome with wanting her again. “So muscular.”
Her navy eyes meet mine, and she smiles. My lips tighten when I remember why. When I think of my driving need to lift heavier weights, to build muscle mass.
“In New Orleans I learned the importance of being strong.” If only I could summon my strength when it comes to her.
Her smile dims, but only for a moment. “Do you remember the first time you saw me in my costume?”
“When I almost jizzed in my pants?”
Her laughter splits the silence, cutting any heaviness in the air. It makes me smile, and I slide my hand down her smooth back, holding her against me. I love seeing her happy.
“Oh…” She sniffs and pulls back. “Your eyes were huge. I felt so powerful.”
“You took my breath away.”
“I’d never had anyone look at me that way before.”
Tracing my finger lightly along the line of her jaw, I decide to hold nothing back. “I was pretty green. I’d seen naked women before, but nothing like you in rhinestones and body paint.”
“I wasn’t completely naked,” she teases. “I was wearing a corset.”
“You looked like…” My thoughts trip over the last twenty-four hours. “You’ve only looked better one other time.”
“When?” She props her head on her hand, and I twist a dark lock of her hair around my finger. “Tonight on your knees in front of me.”