“Not too rough,” she said in that throaty, husky voice. “Don’t leave a mark.”
“Why?” He kissed his way back up her neck, gliding his hands up to her breasts, cupping them, full and ripe. He felt himself get harder as her nipples beaded under his hands. He met her green eyes in the mirror, hers were full of desire, her color high, her full lips parted. His control was about to snap. “You got a boyfriend who cares about a bite?”
She turned in his arms and put a hand to his chest, pushing him away. He didn’t budge. “No boyfriend,” she said. “Here’s the deal. No marks and don’t touch my hair. If you’re good with that, anything goes.”
His grip on her loosened in surprise. Anything?
She leaned past him to the light switch and turned off the lights. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she spoke against his lips. “Promise, okay?” Her hands ran down his back and cupped his ass. “No marks, don’t touch the hair. Otherwise anything—”
“Deal,” he said, lifting her onto the dresser and spreading her legs. He kissed her, suddenly ravenous. She opened for him, and he swept his tongue inside, tasting wine and sweet spicy woman. His pulse pounded in his ears. He couldn’t get enough; he wanted to merge with her.
He broke the kiss just long enough to rip off her tank top and undid the bra clasp one-handed. Dim light from the hallway gave him a gorgeous view of full breasts. He slid the bra off her, cupped one breast and took it in his mouth with tight suction. She moaned softly, her hand on his head, keeping him there. He worked the nipple of her other breast, rolling and tugging on it with one hand while he suckled the other. Her head fell back, the open surrender amping him up. He lifted his head, returning to her mouth, their tongues tangling, feverish hot. Sharp need had him scooping her off the dresser. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as he carried her to the bed.
He banged his shin against the wooden frame of the bed. Ouch! “I need a little light.”
“No! I mean, I’m shy.”
She hadn’t seemed shy when she had her tongue down his throat, but he didn’t have a chance to point that out because she started nipping and licking his neck aggressively, and he knew this first time was going to be fast and furious. He set her on the bed, stripped out of his clothes, and then slid her shorts and panties off. He wished he could see her. The light from the hallway didn’t reach the bed.
He joined her and the rest was a hot blur, her hands were all over him, and then she was tugging at his shoulders, pulling him on top of her. He slid a hand between her legs to find her bare, hot, and soaked with desire. Fuck. He was painfully hard, blue steeler here, but he wanted to bring her pleasure first. He stroked her some more, loving her throaty moans even as his blood surged through his veins, urging him to take. But then she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, and he couldn’t wait. Neither could she.
“Fuck me, Josh,” she said in a throaty voice that both wound him tight and alarmed him. He should tell her he was Jake.
She kissed him roughly, biting down on his lower lip. Later. He’d tell her later. He thrust his fingers inside her, and she gasped into his mouth. Tight, so tight. He thrust some more with his fingers, trying to ready her, swallowing her moans. He shifted his hand, cupping her more firmly on the inside, letting the heel of his hand rub against her. She went off, her hips jerking straight off the mattress, a cry wrenched from her throat. He slid his hand from her, and she sank down, her legs open and relaxed.
He snagged the box on the nightstand, tore it open, and got a condom on in record time. He returned to her, settled between her legs, and drove home in one swift thrust. She cried out. Fuck. She clasped tightly around him. He’d never been so turned on. He pulled nearly all the way out and slid in slowly, drawing a moan from her. She lifted her hips, and he went deep.
“Yes,” she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist, and something in him snapped.
He thrust hard, over and over, pumping with a ferocity he’d never felt in his life. Possession. White-hot need. Pure animal fucking. She met him thrust for thrust, angling up for him, taking him deep. He couldn’t have slowed down if he wanted to; she was tight, hot, grabbing his ass, urging him on. She stiffened and then cried out, shuddering around him. He pumped once more before he came so hard, his vision dimmed and his ears rang. Whoa.
He dropped his head and pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
“Fuck me, Josh, you’re awesome,” she said cheerfully, slapping him on the shoulder.