She slides one finger knuckle-deep into herself, and she parts her mouth in a moan that makes my cock pulse. All I can think about is getting her on all fours, her lush ass high in the air, and filling every tight hole she’s offering to me.
“You lift my leg up,” she says as she raises one leg to rest it on the stepstool beside the window, her thighs parted so I can see her, pink and delicate and irresistible, as she drives a second finger into her pussy. “And then…”
“Keep going,” I growl. “Don’t fucking stop, Skye.”
She dips a third finger inside, and groans softly, bending over her hand as her thumb circles around her clit. Her other hand grips her breast even harder. “You pin me against the wall, and you fuck me.” She forces herself to straighten, leans against the glass window and thrusts her fingers into herself, deeper and deeper, as her thumb circles her clit faster.
“You f-fuck me until I… Until… ” Her eyes go wide and her lips spread open in an O I’m desperate to push my cock into. I can’t hold back any longer. I kick off my boots and undo my jeans, letting them fall to the floor as I cross the room to her. I catch her harsh moan with my mouth as I kiss her, enveloping her lips in mine.
When she comes, she shivers from head to toe, and I draw her hand up between us to lick her fingers clean, one at a time, keeping my eyes locked on hers because I want her to see how good her sweet puss tastes.
She watches me from under those eyelashes, her expression almost shy, which is crazy given what she just did for me. I bite her neck lightly, and smile against her pale, perfect skin. “You’re the hottest woman I have ever seen, Skye.”
Pressing her lips into my hair, she sighs. I don’t give her more time than that to recover. I grab both of her thighs, lift her until she’s balanced on the narrow windowsill and her legs are wrapped tight around my waist. In one frantic thrust, I drive my cock deep into her pussy, and her walls clench wildly around me. She’s still sensitive from before, so I take full advantage, teasing her clit when I pull out.
Then I slam into her again, her ass splayed flat against the window behind her with the force of it.
I take her hard, fast, both of us groaning, teeth gritted, clutching for every inch of each other’s bodies. Her hands fist in my hair, and I grip her waist so tight it’ll bruise, but neither of us slows. She bucks her hips wildly, meeting me thrust-for-thrust, the momentum building until we’re both slamming into each other. She shouts my name when she comes. She shouts it until she’s hoarse and the sensation of her tight, wet pussy sends me over the edge. I come deep inside her, filling her with my seed.
When I pull out, I sit back just enough to look at her swollen slit, and my throat goes dry as I watch a little of my cum spill out to mix with her juices. It’s unbelievably sexy how she’s covered in me. Still writhing and moaning. Soaked and pink and inviting. I can’t help it, I take the tip of my cock and glide it over her heat, smearing my seed from her clit to her pussy and back again.
Her eyes fly open and she arches her back. “What are you doing?” she mewls.
“Making you mine,” I growl. She just looks at me for a long pause, her blue eyes big and trusting, then she pumps her head up and down. Gives me a look like she’ll come again at any second as I circle the head of my cock and my cum around her clit.
“I’m losing control,” she finally rasps, and I know exactly what she means.
I’m losing myself to this woman. I’m losing myself, and finding a new me with her, but at the same time, it strikes me all over again how terrifyingly delicate this is. One wrong word, one misstep, and she could find out the whole story.
I can’t lose her. Not now.
I don’t dwell on the what-ifs. I dwell on her, her slick body and the sounds of pleasure she makes against my lips. We’ve barely finished and I already need to hear her scream for me again. We draw away from each other for just enough time to make it to her bedroom but then I’m on her again, spreading her thighs apart and stroking her clit until her eyes are rolling back in her head.
Skye is mine. This woman is mine, and I’ll fight like hell to keep her.
14
Skye
I’ve lost track of how many new heights of pleasure I’ve reached tonight. Stone is insatiable, unstoppable. Even when he’s recovering between screwing me black and blue, he doesn’t let me rest, keeping me coming with a finger or his tongue. Then there’s the more memorable experience of our shower together. He unhooked my detachable showerhead, pinning me to the tile wall and pressing the jet of water straight against my clit until I could hardly stand, and my throat was dry from screaming so loud.
Poor Amanda, I think as we finally drift into sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, spread across the damp sheets. We’re both beyond caring at this point. His heartbeat slows against my eardrum, where my head rests on his broad chest. His breathing steadies me, anchors me.
I’ve never felt so close to another person. I’ve never done this whole dropping off to sleep in a lover’s arms thing. It always felt uncomfortable in the past, too stifling and awkward. This, though, feels perfect. I fit exactly into the groove of his body, and his strong, warm arms drape around my waist, keeping me safe.
Is this what falling in love feels like?
I wouldn’t know. I’ve liked guys before, even told a couple I loved them, way back in high school when I was young and dumb and I thought that’s what you had to say after you dated for a few weeks and made out in enough dark movie theaters. Some of them even said it back, but we’d break up a week later and neither of us would cry, so it obviously wasn’t real.
I just assumed I’d never really find out what everyone else was on about. I figured love would always be beyond me. The guys I could like enough to love never loved me back, and the ones who loved me were never quite my type.
But Stone?
Xander Stone feels dangerously close to the real deal. I could fall for him now. I could let myself trip over that cliff right this second. But would he return the feeling? Or am I just a fling, someone to distract himself with for the time being?
What Evie said the other day at work has dug deeper and deeper beneath my skin, and not even his comment from earlier tonight—“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met”—has been able to drown out the self-doubt. I don’t know how long I lie awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering. I want to shut my eyes and relax into his grasp, drift off to oblivion with him. But I’m afraid of what it will mean if I do. I’m afraid it will be like surrendering.
The one who surrenders always loses something.