Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

Each time she lowered herself, she lifted her feet off the floor, giving him her full weight, driving him as deep as he could go.

For once, she wasn’t rushing and was taking her time. Did she want it to last because this would be the last time? Or did she want it to last because she valued their time together as much as he did?

It was either the beginning of something different between them, or the end of something that never should’ve begun in the first place.

He was hoping for the first option when she pressed her cheek to his, her ragged breath puffing softly over his skin.

His quickly became just as ragged when she began to move her hips in a circle, began to grind against his lap, driving him beyond crazy.

Driving away any regrets.

At first she had been taking her time but as she continued to ride his cock, to rock back and forth, she went faster and faster. Until her pace became frenzied. Desperate.

Was she losing her mind, too, like him? Or did she just want to get it over with?

Again, he hoped the first and not the second.

“Tess, slow down,” he groaned.

“I… I can’t.”

“We got time.”

“That’s not… It’s not…” She moaned and her head dropped back. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. Her throat exposed.

He put his mouth there and sucked gently, then traced her racing pulse with the tip of his tongue.

He was going to regret not making her slow down but… fuck it. As long as she came before him, that was the most important part. She never had a problem coming. Not once in all the nights they’d spent together. He assumed the few nights here and there she didn’t show up, she hadn’t been in the mood.

In the last three months, or however long it had been since the first night, she only didn’t show up for five days straight. He figured it was due to her having her period…

He frowned. Could that be right? He didn’t know much about women’s cycles besides the fact they usually had them once a month. But once in three months or so? Maybe it was the kind of birth control she was on. Was that something he should ask about now that the silence between them was broken?

Fuck asking now, of course, because she was currently riding his cock like she was desperately trying to scratch an itch deep inside her.

He was glad to help.

He should concentrate on what she was doing, but if he didn’t distract himself at least somewhat, he’d blow before she did.

Though, if that happened she’d probably keep riding him until she got what she came for. If so, he’d do his best to accommodate but he wouldn’t make any guarantees.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned against the warm, salty skin of her neck. He kissed down her throat and, after sweeping her hair out of the way, across one shoulder to the fleshy part where he sank his teeth in gently. Her back arched and her low moan filled his ears as she rose up one more time and slammed back down, adding a circle of her hips at the end.

Then she was there. Where she wanted to go. Where he wanted to take her.

To the end.

Possibly even back to the beginning. Where they could start over and do it right this time.

He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he thrust up and into her one last time, chasing her orgasm with one of his own.

It was a good one, but with her, it always was.

He buried his nose into her loose hair and simply breathed until his heart rate slowed a bit, expecting her to try to separate at any moment.

She had never lingered.

Not once.

But tonight, she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to escape. To disappear.

To slip out that door, leaving him to wonder if what they did was simply a figment of his imagination.

Eventually she loosened her arms from around his neck but didn’t remove them. Instead, she lightly scraped her fingernails down his back and up again, making all the fine hairs on his body stand. In a soothing rhythm, she continued to leisurely rake her nails over his skin.

Fuck, he’d sit there forever if she kept doing that. Actually touching him like he meant something to her.

Her breathing slowly returned back to normal. Her heartbeat no longer was trying to escape her neck.

Slipping his hands up from her hips to her back, he left one planted there, and continued on until the other was under the curtain of her thick hair and curled around the back of her neck. His thumb brushed back and forth over her damp, heated skin.

Every second that passed, he expected her to break free. And every second she remained, it gave him a sliver of hope.