Easy Kisses (Boudreaux 4)

“I want you,” he whispers against my ear then licks my earlobe. “I want you right now, and I’m bloody done with denying it.”

“Yes,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. I’m as out of breath as I was when we hiked the mountain, but for an entirely different reason.

He grabs my hands and pins them above my head, grinds his cock against my already wet center, and I’m about come undone from that alone.

I’m not even naked yet!

“Tell me you want it too.”

“I do.” God, I do. The fact that I haven’t been with a man in forever is of no consequence. I want this man. Right now.

His hand dives down my pants and he cups me over my panties.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

“This is a little hot,” I reply and think frantically which panties I’m wearing.

“A little?”

“Maybe more than a little.”

“Love, this is about to get a lot hot. If you’re not okay with that, say so now, because I’m about three seconds from being inside of you.”

“Well, get on with it already.”

Chapter Five

~Simon~

God, she makes me crazy. Her smart mouth, her firm body, the way she clenches my hair in her fists while I kiss the hell out of her. All of her.

And I want more.

I lower her to the floor and begin to strip her out of her clothes, not giving a fuck where I throw them. She’s making quick work of mine as well, and when we’re finally naked, I grab the complimentary condom on the wet bar, boost her onto the large bed, and cover her, my cock hard and pulsing. But I don’t push inside her.

Not yet.

“We can’t use that condom,” she says, suddenly grinding everything to a halt.

“What do you mean?” I lift up, staring down at her, panting.

“I’m allergic.”

“You’re allergic?” Jesus, I keep repeating everything she says, but I have a serious lack of blood flow to the brain right now.

“Bad things happen down there when condoms are involved.” She bites her lip. “I have an IUD, and I was with the same man for a long time. I haven’t been with anyone else in months.”

I narrow my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Trust me,” she says, “this is no psycho trap or anything, I just don’t want to deal with an uncomfortable crotch for the next week.”

I chuckle and cup her face in my hands. The crazy thing is, I do trust her, and I haven’t trusted a woman in a very long time.

“I’m clean,” I say finally. “I’m very selective, and I see the doctor regularly.”

A slow smile spreads over her lips.

“I thought you said you’d be inside me in three seconds.”

“I was mistaken,” I reply as I spread her wide and kiss her core, suck her lips into my mouth, then lick up to her clit and grin in satisfaction when she cries out and arches her back, grips the back of my head, and pulls me tighter against her, grinding herself on my face.

I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.

I can’t stand it anymore. I press wet kisses up her torso, cover her mouth with mine, and slip inside her to the hilt. I want to stop and enjoy the wetness surrounding me, but her hips arch and I can’t resist setting the pace, fast and furious, pumping in and out of her with frustration and pure lust.

She pushes on my shoulders, and I grip her ass and flip us and she begins to ride me like a woman possessed. She’s breathing hard, her cheeks are flushed, and she’s biting her swollen lips. She’s planted her hands on my chest for leverage as she rides me, clenching that pussy around my cock each time she pulls up, and I swear to God my eyes are bloody crossed.

Her tits are small with hard pink nipples just begging for my mouth, so I lift up and suck on one, then bite it and turn my attention to the other.

“Jesus,” she groans, those hands in my hair again. “So good.”

“Mm,” I reply and grip her ass again, guiding her up and down my cock. I’ve never been so damn hard.

“Gonna come,” she says and bites my earlobe. Hard. “Gonna come.”

“Do it,” I urge her and press my thumb to her clit just as she begins to spasm around me. “Go, love.”

“Fucking hell,” she groans and succumbs to her orgasm, clenching onto me with every muscle in her body. Fuck me, she’s magnificent.

Just as she begins to come down, I reverse our positions again, pressing her back into the mattress and start to truly fuck her. Hard. Fast. Until I find my own release and crash to the bed beside her, out of breath and trembling.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

“I think I just did,” she replies and pushes her fingers through my hair. I open one eye and find her watching me.

“So you did.”

“Are you regretting it yet?” she asks, a smile on her lips, but her eyes are serious and vulnerable.

“Not even a little bit,” I say and pull her against me, tucking her head under my chin. “That was magnificent, and I’ve been fighting it for nearly two weeks.”

“That’s a long time,” she says, sarcasm heavy in her voice, and I slap her ass, then rub it in circles.

“You have quite the mouth on you.”

“You have no idea,” she replies. “But you might. If you play your cards right.”

I chuckle and roll her onto her back again, content to lie over her and kiss her leisurely now, exploring her lips, rubbing my nose against hers. She smells fantastic.

And without the makeup she usually wears, she’s stunning.