She pulled away long enough to look up at him and give him her best satisfied smile. “I do so love to hear a man beg.”
Her triumph was short-lived. He used the opportunity to his full advantage. Grasping handfuls of hair, he thrust forward, burying his cock in her open mouth.
She swallowed against the intrusion, closing her eyes as he rocketed over her tongue. He bumped the softness at the back of her throat and stilled, holding her there for a long second. Then he withdrew, letting out his breath in a satisfied hiss.
Her hands came back up, and she wrapped one around his cock and slid the other underneath to his sac, massaging and rubbing as she guided him forward again. Her fingers tightened and she worked back and forth in unison with her mouth.
“Oh God, stop, baby, or I’m gonna come.”
She sat back on her heels and watched as he took in several ragged breaths. He reached for her and pulled her up to stand in front of him.
“The condom,” he said, pointing at the bed.
She turned and retrieved the little packet.
“Put it on me,” he rasped.
She faced him again and tore the wrapper, sliding out the thin latex ring. She moved close, grasping him in one hand and using the other to roll the condom on.
He closed his eyes and swore. “Lubricant. Fuck, I forgot it. Please tell me you still have some.”
She grinned and walked over to the desk by the TV and took out the small plastic tube of KY. Then she turned and tossed it to him. “I’m not getting all sticky again.”
He caught the tube and hurriedly bent to snag his T-shirt, tucking it underneath his arm. With shaking fingers, he tore the lid off the lubricant and squeezed the clear gel into his hand. Then he smoothed it over his sheathed cock, his movements slow but jerky. He tossed the tube aside then snatched his shirt from underneath his arm and wiped his hand. Throwing that aside, he reached for her, and she went willingly.
To her surprise, he curled his hands around her waist and lifted her up. “Put your legs around my waist,” he directed as he wrapped one strong arm around her.
When she’d done so, he reached between them with his free hand and positioned his cock between her legs. He arched his hips into her, sinking deep. Wrapping both arms around her, he held her tight against him.
He grasped her ass, lifted her up and then allowed her to slide down the length of his cock.
She threw back her head and closed her eyes. God, he was so deep, and she felt so vulnerable in this position. But that vulnerability only heightened the sensation of balancing on a razor’s edge.
His fingers dug into her ass as he bounced her up and down on his cock. When she opened her eyes to look at him, his head was thrown back in a similar manner as hers had been. Ragged gasps spilled from his mouth, and the muscles in his shoulders bulged and flexed from the strain of holding her.
She gripped his neck harder as he walked forward, his cock buried deep, and the motion of his hips sending it deeper still.
She hit the wall with a thud, and he lowered his head to her neck, sucking and kissing, his breaths coming explosively in her ear.
He rocked her against the wall, plunging deep, holding her captive against the hard surface. The rough texture abraded her back, and while each time he thrust forward she experienced an erotic thrill deep within her core, she was distracted by the awkward position.
“The bed,” she managed to gasp out. “The wall is killing me.”
His head came up, apology in his eyes. He immediately retreated then held her tightly against him as he maneuvered to the bed.
Gently he eased her down, slipping from her body as she came to rest on the mattress.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he brushed light kisses across her face.
She said nothing but reached for him, spreading her legs in invitation. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her thighs.
With less urgency than he’d displayed before, he used gentle fingers to part the slick folds. His thumb pressed to her clit and rotated in a circular motion, reigniting the fire in her gut.
His hips shimmied between her legs as he sought to spread her thighs wider. His fingers left her pussy, and he cupped his hands around her ass, sliding them down the backs of her thighs. His cock nudged her entrance and slid forward so he was an inch or so inside her. For a moment, he flexed his hips, making short, shallow thrusts.
“Now who’s the tease?” she grumbled.
He moved just a little deeper. “Is this what you want?”
She wrapped her arms around him, sliding her palms down his flanks. Her fingers dug into him, urging him on.
“Please.”
“I love a woman who begs.”
“Smartass.”
He grinned then closed his eyes and drove forward.
She gasped and arched into him, her cry stuck in her throat. His hands slipped from her legs and he dug his forearms into the bed on either side of her to hold his weight off her.
He lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers as he moved sensuously between her legs, thrusting, retreating, going deep, staying still.
His lips hovered close to her own, and then they lightly pressed to hers, a soft smooching sound escaping as he kissed each tiny part of her lips.
Despite his deliberate, measured movements, she felt her orgasm building, not explosive, instead a slow, warm buildup, a gradual tightening, an exquisite sensation like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Like letting chocolate melt slowly on your tongue.
She hooked her ankles over his legs and pulled them upward until they lodged just underneath his ass cheeks.
Like tightening a screw, her body coiled tighter and tighter as her pleasure mounted, suddenly making her restless and wild.
“I need…”
Wes stroked her hair away from her cheeks with his thumbs, his elbows still planted in the mattress on either side of her. “What do you need?”
She moaned. “I’m close, so close.”
He reached for her arm, letting his fingers glide past her elbow to her wrist and finally grasping her hand. He guided it between their bodies, arching up to give her room.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Come for me.”
She flexed her middle finger over her clit, found the sweet spot and began rotating in tight, slow circles as he raised himself.
Hands braced near her head, he began driving into her body with hard, long strokes. Yessss. Every muscle in her body seized. She closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the pulse centered at her very core.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “I want to see you come.”