The way her face twists up in pleasure is a mesmerizing thing of beauty.
I drop her leg from my shoulder, and she immediately wraps her thighs around my waist, locking her ankles at my back. When she moves her hips, matching my thrusts, I let out a groan that sounds almost pained.
“Fuck, Sundance, when you move like that. You drive me crazy.”
“Yeah?” she croons, her amber eyes are locked on mine and dance wickedly. “Nobody fucks this cock like I do.” She speeds up her thrusts, fucking me as I fuck her, and damn if she isn’t right.
“No one,” I growl. “Baise-moi comme ça.” She moves her hand between us and rubs her clit, never losing the rhythm of her thrusts. When she clenches tightly around me, I groan again.
“Bailey, fuck it, I’m gonna come,” I pant. “Keep moving like that and I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Give it to me. Come for me, Riggs.”
Jesus fuck, she doesn’t have to tell me twice. I still, spilling my release into the condom, but she keeps moving, rubbing her clit and moving on my dick a few more times until she’s coming, too.
I pull out and drop down next to her. We’re both panting and damp with sweat.
“Shit,” she whispers after a few minutes. “That was an ab workout.” She rolls onto her side and props her head on her arm. “Think if I keep doing it like that, I’ll have a six-pack like yours?”
“Eight.”
“What?”
I laugh. “It’s an eight-pack, Barnes.”
She swats at my chest. “What the fuck ever. I have to pee.”
She hops out of the bed and heads toward the bathroom. My eyes are glued to her naked form, my dick already getting hard again. She looks back at me and takes on a serious expression. “Stop looking at me like that. We only had the one condom, and this is never happening again anyway.”
Then she stomps into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I get up, wrap the latex in Kleenex, and drop it in the trash can.
We only have one condom for now, and if she thinks we’re not doing this again, she’s not thinking straight.