When she crawled back onto the bed, she moved like a cat and had a corner of his wallet caught gingerly between her teeth. With her ass in the air, her chest low, she rubbed her breasts along his body until they were chest to chest, and his cock was nestled against the warmth between her legs. And Ethan let his hands and mouth roam.
She dropped the wallet, and it fell between them. “I sure hope you have condoms.” She sounded out of breath and needy again, and Ethan counted his blessings. “Because I’m so ready to take your cock.” She pulled one of his hands between her legs and stroked his fingers over her pussy, coating them with her slick warmth. “So ready.”
“Ah, God.” Lust surged through his veins. Ethan made a hungry sound in his throat and gritted his teeth, plunging his fingers deep inside her, getting a feel for what he had in store. And just like everything else about her, even her pussy was better than he’d expected. She was small and tight. Her walls soft and plump. Her G-spot a perfectly placed bubble he could tap easily. Between her sensitive clit and that G-spot, Ethan planned on having this woman writhing in a wild frenzy all damn night.
And he’d be enjoying every fucking minute of it.
“You’re killing me.” She grabbed the wallet and searched inside. “Where is—found it.”
She pulled out a condom and dropped the wallet.
Ethan took the packet, ripped it open, and rolled it on.
“Hey,” she murmured against his neck, kissing a path toward his shoulder. “Maybe I wanted to do that.”
“Next one’s all yours.”
“Deal.” She pulled back, gifting him with a sassy smile, and pushed up on her knees.
Centering her body over him, she guided his cock to her entrance. Ethan reached up and took her chin between his fingers, drawing her gaze to his.
“Look at me when I push inside.”
Licking her lips, she settled the head of his cock in her folds, then pressed her hands flat against his chest. He slid his hand into her hair, and she rested her head there, her gaze focused on his as she slowly lowered. Her wet heat swallowed his head. Luscious pressure that made him growl for more. “Oh, yeah.”
His fingers tightened around the silky strands of her hair. She rose on her knees, pulling him out a fraction of an inch, then sank deeper. And God, she was perfect. Her pussy gripped his cock like velvet. Her lids grew heavy as she adjusted again, taking him a little deeper, and her lips parted on a sound of pleasure. Ethan had to use all his focus not to drive his cock home, the way his body demanded.
A few more adjustments, and she finally pushed him all the way in with a throaty, “Fuck, that’s good.”
Ethan’s hands were fisted, his teeth clenched, muscles taut. He’d never had a problem lasting before, but he was about ready to unravel now. Delaney primed him too hot. She was too much of everything that turned him on, combined into one woman. She held the starring role in too many of his fantasies.
And she was splayed across his lap, with Ethan’s cock buried inside her tight, slick perfection balls
deep. Then she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her fingers in his hair, and pressed her face to the side of his neck. “So fucking good.”
He wanted to just hold her like this. Make love to her lazily, with long, wet kisses and slow, deep strokes of his cock. Wanted to watch her climb over and over. Wanted to feel her quiver in his arms.
But he also wanted to fuck her. Wanted to push her back, grip her hips, and watch them collide as he pulled her onto his cock with explosive force. Wanted to hear her scream.
He wanted it all.
And before he could decide, she leaned past him, grabbed something on the bed, then pushed his shoulder. “Lay back.”
She’d pulled a pillow forward and kissed him, pushing his head back into the softness. Then straightened, which drove him deeper.
“Je-sus,” he groaned.
Delaney laughed. “If you like that, you’ll love this.” The moonlight shone on her damp skin, outlining her breasts, her belly. She combed her hair off her face, dropped her head back, and gathered the thick mass in her hands, piling it on top of her head. “Because this is where that ride I promised you begins.”
With the sensuality and beauty and skill of a belly dancer, Delaney rocked her hips, drawing his cock out of her juicy warmth to the very tip, then drove him back in with one fluid lunge.
And once the dance began, Ethan was ready to beg for relief. Her movements were slow and methodical and utterly maddening. Push, pull. Glide, stroke.
Watching her whole body undulate as she slowly fucked him crazy was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. He slid his hands over her, feeling the flex of her abs, the softness of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples. She was slim and toned and stunningly sexual, and she lost herself in the rhythm, the pleasure, as if she were moving to music.
“After you come, we’re going to see just how long it takes you to get hard inside me again . . .” She leaned back, hands on his knees behind her, and rocked her pelvis, drawing his cock from her body, then driving him back in. She pushed him balls deep again, drawing a chest-deep moan from Ethan, then bent forward, kissed him, and whispered, “And when you’re hard again, I’ll ride you in reverse.”
His mind was still spinning when she straightened and picked up the rhythm. And the sight was as wicked as promised—his engorged, slick cock stretching her pussy with each stroke while the rest of her beauty remained on moonlit display. Coupled with the friction, it didn’t take long before Ethan found his fingers digging into her hips, drawing her down on his cock harder and faster, harder and faster, harder and faster.