Sandcastle Kisses (The Kisses 5)

stopped thinking. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. This would take my mind off of the things I couldn't control.

He wrapped his arms around me, and together we stumbled toward the couch, not even making it to the bedroom. We were beings made of nothing but passion and longing. At the last second he picked me up and tossed me onto the couch with a growl. His face was dark and almost frightening with lust as he towered over me. I swallowed hard.

He kicked off his pants, flinging them into a corner of the room. His poor boxers were about to split at the seams. My core heated, and every lady part I owned quivered with desire. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him again.

“Nope,” he growled at my gaze. “My rules.”

He reached for my shorts and roughly ripped them from my body. A fond smile crossed his lips, his eyes still dark as he took in the brightly-colored bikini bottoms from earlier. One finger caressed the slippery fabric, sending shivers up and down my spine. He hooked his fingers around the edges and pulled them off, not bothering to untie them this time.

I struggled out of my shirt, half hoping he would catch me in it like he did earlier, but he let me escape the cloth confines without incident. His hands went to my breasts, fingers digging into the soft tissue. I groaned, enjoying the feeling of his muscles behind it. He wasn't being gentle, and I was enjoying the sense of escape it was giving me.

I pulled the tie at the nape of my neck and then contorted my arm behind me to pull at the bow holding the back of my suit together. The fabric crumpled into Noah's hands and he threw it across the room with a snarl. He dropped to his knees next to the couch as I lay down.

One of Noah's hands went to my breast and squeezed while he attacked its twin with his mouth. His fingers twisted and squeezed while his teeth bit and lips sucked. The little slivers of pain were a delightful contrast to the pleasure and only made it more intense. I gripped at the back of the couch, arching my naked body into the sky as he pleasured me.

With one last pinch, Noah's hand ran down my stomach and to my inner thigh. He pushed my legs open, settling the pad of his thumb directly on the button to my pleasure center and began making small circles. I dampened instantly. First one finger, then two glided in and out on that wetness as he continued to nibble on my tender nipple. I arched my hips into his hand. He started slow, but was soon using the strength of his arm to slam into me.

I cried out as he bit down again, sending a jolt of electric heat deep into my stomach. His five o'clock shadow was rubbing the pale skin of my breast raw, but I loved it. It gave me one more sensation to lose myself to.

His hand was moving hard and fast, whipping me toward climax. I wanted rough. I wanted him to use my body and make me forget my problems. His hand was certainly making me forget. I was climbing toward an intense orgasm. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard.

My body started to shake as the first wave hit me and Noah somehow increased the intensity of his fingers. The sensation of falling, of spiraling out of control overtook me and I lost my thoughts to sensation. Pleasure consumed me.

Oblivion didn't last as long as I wanted it to, and I was back to panting for more. I needed to forget. I needed Noah inside of me to do that.

I sat up on the couch, grinning wickedly at the surprised look on Noah's face at my quick recovery. With a smooth motion, I left the couch and straddled his hips, pushing back on his shoulders so he that he’d lay down. He resisted slightly but then let me have my way. His erection was already trying to enter me, even with his boxers still in the way.

I opened the fly of his boxers, letting his rock-hard cock emerge. He seemed to try to stop me, but he didn't have much of a choice. Before he had a chance to protest, I began to slide my body down onto him. As he penetrated me, my hands went to my hair, and I moaned as I threw my head back. When I looked down, I saw his eyes seem to roll back in his head as he let out a low, masculine groan. I liked it. I liked having this kind of power over such an alpha man. It was powerful and heady to know I could have that affect on him.

I began rocking my hips, undulating like a snake. His nipples tightened further, and his hands went to my hips. I took one of them in my hands and brought it to my lips, putting his thumb in my mouth and sucking. His eyes opened, and he stared up at me with heated, dark eyes. Those blue eyes were coals of burning desire. I grazed my teeth across the pad of his thumb before placing his hand squarely on my breast. He grinned and began to knead it with his fingers.

I started to bounce up and down, slamming his length deeper and deeper inside of me. The hand not on my breast when to my front, finding my swollen nub. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers and then flicking it. I wasn't ready for that kind of sensation and my whole body suddenly seized. Instead of climbing the mountain of pleasure slowly like I usually did, I was helicoptered to the top and pushed off the edge. My whole body rocked and spasmed, every nerve on fire with pure ecstasy.

I collapsed in a boneless slump against his chest, gasping for breath and shaking.

"You're not done yet," he growled, pushing me up and sliding out from under me.

I rose to my hands and knees, still dizzy with pleasure. He positioned himself behind me, his hands firmly on my hips. I screamed his name as he pushed into me. The new position felt deeper. He could pound into me with more strength, and I willingly welcomed him.

His hand went to my hair, balling it into his fist and pulling back hard. I arched my back and cried out. He was in complete control. I struggled slightly, fighting against the dull ache in my scalp, but he just tightened his grip.

Smack!

A delicious tingle of pain shattered my world as his hand came down on my bare ass. The pain was like the bitter in chocolate to bring out the sweet. He brought his hand down again with another ear-splitting smack that made me arch my back further and cry out. I hoped there would be a red hand print later to bear testimony to the wonders he was working on my body.

The skin tingled as he gently traced his fingers across the offending area. My nerves were made of fire now. Even the gentle caress of his fingers was heightened almost to pain. I loved it and craved more. I could barely remember my own name, let alone what had happened.

Behind me, Noah’s hand tightened in my hair as his rhythm increased. My body was responding to his. It was primal and full of need. I was going to crest again. I had never experienced anything like this before, but I wasn't about to complain. I wasn't sure if it was the spankings, the hair-pulling, or the sheer primal need radiating off of Noah in waves that was doing me in, but I loved it.

Together, we rose and shattered, his groans and my cries mingling into a song of shared desire and release. We were lost to everything but each other. Nothing else mattered but the way Noah's body filled mine. The way his breath came ragged and hard, his legs taut and thighs pressed into mine. The way his fingers dug into my hip and pulled at my hair. That was all that was mattered.

After a moment, he sagged against my back, releasing his iron grip on my hair. I gasped for breath and dropped to my elbows.

“Sorry,” he gasped, as he pulled back. His voice was strained and rough.

“For what?” I asked, rolling onto my back to look up at him. My mind was a delicious haze, and looking at him only made it better.

“No condom.” He ran his fingers through his hair and frowned. I sat up and kissed the smooth skin of his sternum.