Hard and Fast

The last flutter passed, leaving the heavy leaden sensation of being sated and satisfied. “Oh, my,” she said, laughing, almost embarrassed by how intensely she’d come.

Brad stood, picking her up as he rose. “Where’s the bedroom?”

Amanda pointed down the hall and he carried her to the pitch-black room, pausing at the light switch so she could flip it. A second later, he laid her down on her bed, the white down comforter she’d purchased absorbing her body. Weight on her elbows, she watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and those broad shoulders and that perfectly sculpted chest came into view. Her eyes lingered on the sprinkling of light hair on his pecs, knowing it would feel delicious against her breasts.

She realized her satisfaction wouldn’t be complete until she had him inside her. Until he was on top of her, that hard body braced above hers.

He pulled off his boots and she saw that she still wore her shoes. She shifted to remove them.

“Don’t,” he said. “The shoes are sexy.” He spoke the words as he dropped his pants, his erection now in view.

This man packed an unfair amount of male beauty into one body and she’d do almost anything to get her hands on it. So if he liked the shoes, she liked the shoes.

He knelt on the mattress and before he could move farther, she grasped his hard length in her hand. Her gaze lifted to his, searching for his reaction, and finding the heat she sought.

She yearned to explore the effect she might have on him, but his hand came down over hers. “As much as I like you touching me, I need to be inside you right now.”

He didn’t wait for a response as he pressed her to the mattress, his body covering hers. His erection fit into the slick heat of her arousal as his mouth settled on hers, hot desire pouring through her as their tongues tangled in a wicked dance of need. Hungry. Passionate.

She curved her legs over his calves, arching upward, aching to have him fill her. She laced her hands through his hair, bodily holding him captive any way she could.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he left her breathing heavily, desperate for more, as he pressed upward, his powerful arms holding his body above hers.

He reached between them, took his cock in his hand and slid it along her core. Back and forth, he tormented her with what was to come. Her lashes fluttered with the whirlwind of sensation the movement created, wet heat pouring from her body.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “I want to see your eyes when I enter you.”

With supreme effort, Amanda did as he said, staring into his heavy-lidded gaze. The intensity of the moment robbed her of the ability to breathe.

The soft tip of his erection nudged her opening, and anticipation kicked her heartbeat into double time. She clutched his waist, holding on for the wild ride to come. And then it was there as Brad thrust deep.

Inhaling long and deep, Brad’s broad chest expanded, drawing Amanda’s attention. “You feel so damn good,” he murmured in a husky tone. “So wet and hot. How do I feel, Amanda?” He pulled back, inch by slow inch, then he thrust again, hitting her core and setting off an explosion of pleasure. “How do I feel, Amanda?”

He wanted an answer and she was really trying, but the words wouldn’t form, shyness rendering her speechless. It was crazy considering what they’d already shared. Still, no man had ever spoken so boldly to her. No man had ever demanded she vocalize her pleasure. But then no man had ever given her so much of it as Brad, either.

“Amanda.” Her name on his lips pressed her to respond.

“I…good.” Her voice had a breathless quality. “You feel…stop teasing.”

His eyes lit with satisfaction. “I never tease.” He thrust again, burying himself in her body, then he lowered himself so that her nipples nestled in the soft hair of his chest. He kissed her with the hunger of a starving man.

They started to move. A slow, seductive rhythm of bodies melting together, moving back and forth, side to side. Hands exploring, caressing, touching.

Amanda’s head spun from the fieriness of their shared passion. Nothing existed except this. Now. Brad. She felt herself slip into the fog of those feelings, of the pure need to be closer to him. To feel him deeper. More. She wanted more.

She arched, meeting the pump of his hips with her own, her kisses becoming as demanding as her body. Brad met each stroke of her tongue, taking her further under the spell with each taste. Each touch.

And when she thought she could take no more, he thrust hard, caressing her inner wall with perfect friction. His head went to her neck, her hands to his hair. A frenzied rush of movement followed. Thrust, pump. Thrust, pump. Until the ache of being so very near release had her rocking, hips off the bed, afraid of losing that one perfect spot. He seemed to understand, his hands sliding beneath her, palming her butt, as he anchored her, held her steady.