She parted her lips and his tongue invaded her mouth, staking a subtle claim in slow, persuasive licks. She wound her hands in his hair and arched against him, sinking into his warmth, his touch. He pressed his chest against hers as he rolled on top of her, gently, carefully, supporting his weight on his forearms. That he still thought to protect her stoked her fire even hotter.
She pulled his hair the way she’d discovered he liked last night. When his hooded eyes settled on hers, she went for broke. “Fuck me. Now.”
She rejoiced at his low groan as he reached between their bodies and rubbed her warm pussy, already ready for action. He pushed two fingers inside her, filling her while she writhed. The second he touched her clit, she’d erupt like frigging Mount Vesuvius.
“Condom. Nightstand,” he managed, hand pumping.
She fumbled until she found the knob of the dra
wer, then searched for the familiar foil packets. But what she found wasn’t condoms.
Even without seeing the contents, she had a pretty good idea what she’d stumbled upon. Rob had certainly encouraged her vibrator curiosity, so she knew their shape intimately. She also knew the longer, pliable dildos by feel as well. One or two, she wouldn’t have balked. Maybe she would have, a little, because this was Justin. She just wouldn’t have thought he was into toys. Or tongue rings. Or intricate tattoos.
Obviously time changed things. She didn’t have him pegged at all.
But there weren’t one or two. Five, six, seven…she had no idea. The drawer seemed full. She touched other objects too. At least one or two cock rings, something she was sure had to be a butt plug…
A prickle of heat flared between her shoulder blades. Whether it was excitement or trepidation, she didn’t know.
Justin must have sensed her hesitation, because he leaned over and easily plucked out the item he was looking for. His hand bumped hers, and his fingers were wet straight up to the knuckles.
She expected him to say something as he drew her hand away from his toys, but he only kissed her palm. Then he ripped open the condom with his teeth and pushed down his boxers, freeing his erection. His steely length rubbed against her lower belly, taunting her. Reminding her of exactly how much she needed him inside her.
Questions didn’t matter right now. Nothing did except the two of them and stealing pleasure for as long as it lasted.
She shook off her shock at his secret stash and helped him sheath himself in the latex, deliberately scratching her nails across his girth. She had a feeling he’d hit every spot perfectly.
If she’d had to guess, she would’ve assumed he’d go right for penetration. He didn’t. He flipped open the buttons of her flannel shirt and spread the soft fabric, baring her breasts to his seeking mouth. Warm and wet lips enveloped her flesh, firing nerve endings and squashing the pain that stubbornly tried to make its presence known.
“Love your tits,” he murmured, and she shivered. “Just looking at them makes me want to come all over those pretty nipples.”
“You’re making me crazy.” Hearing him talk, period, made her pussy ache, but when he added a bit of dirty to the mix? She was a goner.
Without another word, he rolled to the side and turned her, lifting her leg on top of both of his. Then he worked himself inside her slowly, inch by incredible inch.
The minute he’d embedded himself deep, he pulled out and rammed home, ripping a hoarse cry from her throat. But he didn’t stop. She gripped the edge of the mattress as he drove into her again and again. He grunted soft, indiscernible praise, his damp hand alternating between her hard nipples. She gasped as he pinched them, sure she had to be thrashing against him.
The ball of lust inside her grew bigger, harder. Good Lord. Somehow she hadn’t expected speed, and this was like a damn runaway train.
The liquid heat pooling in her belly spread, ribbons of desire unfurling from her center out to every nerve in her body. She rocked back against him. So very close.
“Oh God. Please. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he ground out.
Her pussy clenched, tearing yet another groan from him. Her liquid soaked her thighs. He pulled out and slammed into her, rotating his cock so that her orgasm spun out and rolled back to her again and again. Caught in the throes of it, she whimpered as his thumb and forefinger tweaked her clit. She felt too sensitive from the quick climax, but his touch shoved her over the edge again.
This time, she took him with her.
Riding out his release, he thrust so hard she had to bite the inside of her cheek to stifle her scream. He let out a shout as he pulsed his release into the latex.
“Perfect. Baby, you’re so damned perfect,” he whispered, his body quaking against hers.
Right here and now, while still vibrating from one of the best climaxes she’d had…well, ever, she felt pretty damn perfect.
And if she let herself, pretty damn scared.
Eventually he pulled out and disposed of the condom. When he slipped back into bed, he curved his arm around her waist. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”