My back arched and my hands slid into his hair.
God.
Unbelievably fantastic.
He did this for a long time, alternating back and forth, fingers and mouth, mouth and fingers, until I was squirming under him, my hands going anywhere I could touch, feeding my own need by feeling the power of him under my fingertips.
His hand left my nipple and went to my panties. He didn’t push them down. He grabbed my panties and yanked them up, rough and tight, causing friction and surprising but delicious pressure exactly where I wanted it.
My neck arched, a quiet moan slid from my throat and I lost my mind.
I planted a foot in the bed and rolled him to his back.
Then I went after him.
Hands, mouth and tongue on his neck, his collarbone, down…his nipples…I traced the Gear on his pectoral with my tongue and I did it slow, savoring the taste of him. Down…fingers gliding along his sides, tongue exploring his abs…
Down…
He unbuttoned his jeans and I slid off him, pulling them down his legs. He opened and cocked his legs and I rolled between. I took his cock in my hand then I took it in my mouth. My eyes went to him to see him on his elbows watching me, his gaze dark, hungry. He liked what he was seeing, what he was feeling, what I was doing, and he didn’t mind me knowing it.
God, beautiful.
I gave him all I had to give, sucking, licking, stroking with my hand, sometimes all at once, most of the time watching him watching me, and I was really, really getting off on it.
“Jesus, fuck, Toots, your fuckin’ mouth,” he growled low, and I dropped my gaze and sucked him deep. And when I did, I sucked him hard.
“Fuck,” he growled again then I felt him move, his hands under my arms.
My mouth released his cock and he tossed me to the side, yanking my panties down my legs.
He moved again, reaching to the nightstand, but I straddled him. I was ready, I needed him and I wasn’t going to wait. I had to have him.
One hand at his chest, I pushed him down, the other between us, wrapping around.
“Clara, baby, hang on—”
I guided him inside and ground down.
Amazing.
My head shot back, and I moved, riding him fast, taking him deep.
His hand went between my legs, thumb pressing in, rolling.
Oh God.
I clamped down on my moan, head falling back, going faster.
Buck curled up, and his hand wrapped around my neck, tipping it bent.
“Eyes on me when you’re ridin’ me.” His voice was thick as it rumbled.
“Yes,” I whispered, trying to focus, feeling it coming.
His thumb rolled.
“God, Buck,” I breathed.
“Let go, baby,” he ordered, his thumb rolling again as I slid him all the way inside.
My hand curled around the side of his neck, my other hand was on his chest, my eyes focused on his.
“I love the feel of you. Love it,” I whispered. “You deep inside me.”
I got these words out right before my head shot back, and it overwhelmed me, strong, overpowering, long-lasting and outstanding.
But I’d barely started climaxing when he flipped me to my back, wrapped my legs around his hips, took my mouth so my whimpers filled his, and pounded hard, his cock driving into me, his grunts mingling with my mews, powering down my throat.
I wrapped my arms around him and tightened all four limbs.
“That’s it, baby,” I muttered against his bristly lips. “Fuck me.”
He fucked me, he did it hard, then he did it harder, and then his lips ground down on mine as he thrust deep, once, twice, three times, four, five groaning into my mouth.
He stopped, planted to the root, and his tongue slid inside. I suckled it and slipped my fingers into his hair, showing him he could have my mouth, it was all his.
He took what I gave and then took more.
Eventually, he ended our kiss, lips sliding down to my jaw, my neck, his tongue touched my earlobe then he lifted his head and looked down at me.
“Gotta do somethin’ about you lettin’ go,” he whispered, and my head twitched on the pillow.
“Sorry?”
“Babe, you hold on. Your pussy’s ready way before you give it what it wants.”
I stared up at him.
Then I repeated, “Sorry?”
He grinned down at me then dipped his head and ran his lips along my jaw to my ear.
“I can feel you, when you’re ready to come, but you don’t let go. You hold back.” He nipped my earlobe before he surprised me by admitting, “Wrecks a man’s control.”
“Pardon?” I asked the ceiling.
His head came up and he was smiling.
“Every time I’ve fucked you, babe, it’s taken all I got not to come before you. You gotta learn to let go.”
“But,” I blurted, “I don’t want to. If I do, then I lose you being inside me and I like you inside me. I like it when we’re connected. I like it a lot.”