Bare Skin (Skin Deep 5)

That only made me laugh harder, but I tried to smother it. “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry,” I said, but I was still snickering.

I could tell he was studying me, but I could hear the humor in his voice when he said, “Are you though? Are you really sorry? Because you’re still laughing. What’s so funny, anyway?”

I shrugged under him, still grinning. “You taste like mint. You brushed your teeth.”

He ducked his head closer to mine again, darting his tongue out to flick against my bottom lip, then retreated, smacking his lips together loudly. “Mmm…minty. You did, too.”

“Yeah,” I said, giggling. “Great minds think alike.”

“Apparently,” he said, dipping back down and catching my mouth once more.

And then there was no more talking as the kiss deepened. He didn’t rush it, though, keeping his lips soft, his tongue darting in and out and tangling with mine languidly, touching, teasing, tasting.

Without lifting his mouth from mine, he shifted his hands, sliding them beneath me and lifting me up as he rolled over, pulling me on top of him. He held me tight, crushing my breasts against the hard plane of his chest and I groaned, relishing the feel of his bare skin pressed to mine. When his hands began to roam, I sat up, straddling his hips and trapping the thick, hard ridge of his cock against his stomach, sliding the slick folds of my sex up and down it.

“Ride me,” he said, his voice heavy and deep. His arm shot out and grabbed a condom from the top of the nightstand where he’d left them and handed it to me. I carefully ripped it open and lifted myself away from his body enough to roll it on, covering him with the thin layer of latex but allowing my hand to linger afterwards.

“Dani,” he growled, arching into my hand.

I encircled him with my fingers, stroking him gently for a moment, keeping my motions slow and deliberate. But only for a moment. I wanted him deep inside me, wanted to feel him stretching my inner walls so deliciously.

I tilted my hips, moving over him once more, aligning the thick, knobby head of him with the dripping wet entrance of my body, barely letting him slip inside. He lunged upward, trying to drive himself inside me, but I held myself up on my knees, preventing deeper penetration. I rolled my hips, teasing the tip of him, but when he grasped my hips, I knew play-time was over.

And God was it…he rammed his hips upward as he pulled my hips down, impaling me on his hardened length until I was seated fully and there was not an inch of space between us. He grunted and used his hands to push and pull my hips, back and forth, holding me tightly against him so that our bodies were grinding together.

I braced my hands on his chest and let him do it, gasping as the friction sent pulses of pleasure throughout my body.

“Mmm, yeah…like that…” he murmured, still grinding against me, but I could feel my thighs burning with the need to move, to rise over him and slam myself down on him.

“Calland,” I gasped, leaning back and moving my hands behind me, bracing them on his thighs. I let my head fall back, felt his hands loosen just enough on my hips, telling me wordlessly that he knew what I wanted.

“Now, Dani, ride me now,” he ordered on a guttural moan.

So I did. I lifted myself, letting him slip almost all the way out of me, but then plunged down on him once more, sliding him deep again. I rolled my hips as I did it again, keeping the pace slow but thrusting hard, loving the pleasure-pain that flooded my core as I took him deep, deeper than ever before. His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts, kneading them gently in time with my movements, and then rolling my nipples between his fingers. A sudden, sweet sting made me cry out as he pinched them, sending me higher, closer to release.

I could feel the waves building, so close to the edge of cresting, of falling under and being lost to the sensations flowing over me. I lost the steady rhythm I was maintaining, the rise and fall of my body stuttering, becoming harder, faster, as the heat built. I was gasping, crying out with every movement, and then he took over, sitting up and flipping me to my back before he was over me, in me, fucking me with wild abandon.

It took two heartbeats and I was done, flying apart, exploding into a million pieces as I came, smothering my screams against his shoulder.

He followed seconds later, growling as he slammed home a final time, his cock jerking as he spilled into me.

I was still gasping, trying to catch my breath, but I couldn’t help laugh as he mumbled, “Damn. If that’s what happens when you tap me awake at four a.m., you can tap me every damn day.”

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