“Player.”
“Say my name.” A long, slow withdrawal while her body tried desperately to hold on to his. The muscles were so tight, dragging over his sensitive shaft, the bundles of nerve endings just there at the vee at the broad head. He inched his way, trying to breathe, his lungs raw. She had so much power.
“Say it, Zyah. Gedeon. Say it for me. I need to hear you say it.”
He rubbed her cheek when a sob of need escaped her throat. His fingers slid over her slick entrance where they joined. Circled her clit and flicked her gently. Very slowly he began to enter her again. It was a heady, sensual slide, watching himself disappear into his woman’s body. He kept massaging her cheek gently. Then a little rougher. Sliding a finger across her clit. Circling. Flicking. Never varying the speed as he buried himself inside her.
“Player. Gedeon. I need you to move in me.”
“I am moving in you.” He caught her braid in his hand, wrapped the long length of it around his fist. Pulled her head so she was forced to arch her back. “How do you want me to move, baby? Because this feels like paradise to me.”
“Hard. Fast. I need you to move faster and harder. Take me there.” Her voice went back and forth from pleading to demanding.
He withdrew again slowly. Fire streaked up his spine. “You feel that? Fire. Flames. Burning from the inside out. Do you feel it the way I do?”
“Yes.” Her breath hitched. “I can barely breathe.”
He could barely think, let alone breathe. He leaned forward one more time and pressed a kiss to the small of her back and then caught at her hip, even as he kept her head where he wanted it. He surged forward. Lightning streaked through him. She cried out and pressed back into him hard. They came together, a frenzy of need. Of scorching heat.
Player wanted the feeling to last forever, but there was no way with the flames licking up his body, from his thighs to his groin. Fire danced over both of them, rolled them in a roaring conflagration until every nerve ending was alive and aware. Living for each other. He took her higher when she didn’t think she could go. When her ragged pleas urged him on and yet begged him for release. He couldn’t stop moving, his body taking on a life of its own, surging into hers, over and over.
Her body suddenly clamped down on his in a series of vicious, white-hot bites of sheer ecstasy. Surrounding his cock with a silken channel of a thousand tongues licking greedily, determined to take every drop from him. Fingers gripped and milked, squeezed down ferociously to jack every last rope of hot seed from his body. The sensation unleashed a volcano stored inside of him. His cock jerked over and over, hard, brutal, savage, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Zyah’s sheath pulsed and rippled around him as he collapsed on top of her. He was lucky to keep his legs under him. He fought to find air and draw it into his lungs as he lay over her, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of near euphoria. He felt as if he’d been flung into some alternate universe, far out past the stars. It had been like that with her their first night together. Every single time.
Player breathed the scent of sex and Zyah into his lungs and found he loved the combination. He could live with that for the rest of his life. He felt lust for her like he’d never felt for another woman, but wrapped around that, intertwined with it, was something impossibly tender and overwhelming. He knew he was really falling in love with her. He didn’t want to wear a glove. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want anything between a woman and him. Not one single thing. He wanted there to be only Zyah and Player coming together.
When her body had settled, he pushed the hair from the nape of her neck and kissed her there gently before slowly straightening. “Are you all right? I got a little crazy there at the end.”
“Mmm. Just fine.” Zyah didn’t move, and she didn’t open her eyes. “I’m just going to lie right here and go to sleep.”
He laughed softly. “There’re three bedrooms in this house, baby. I think we can find you a much better place to sleep if you’re tired.” He kissed his way down her spine to her lower back before slowly and with great reluctance withdrawing. Just that movement triggered a reaction in her body. He felt it as he withdrew, and she smiled and moaned softly, shifting her hips.
“I like that.”
“I’ll bet you do.” He knotted the condom. He hated the damn things now. They protected her but kept him from really feeling every inch of her, and he wanted that. “Baby, are you on birth control?”