“Are you sore?” he asked thickly.
She shook her head on the pillow. “No. No, it feels so good.”
It was all the permission he needed. He let the fever overtake him once again. He’d denied it while he’d kissed Katie’s sweet mouth and she’d wiggled beneath him and run her hands all over his body. He’d survived it while she’d shuddered beneath his hand and her abundant juices anointed his fingers.
Damn it if he was going to hold back a second longer. It’d been why he’d made sure she’d come before he got inside her. He wanted to see pure lust shining in Katie’s green eyes, but he sure as hell wasn’t in a mood to deny himself a moment longer. He ignored her hoot of protest when he gathered her wrists again, holding them down on the pillow behind her head. He drove his cock all the way into her and grunted in sublime pleasure. She surrounded him like a tight, wet fist.
“I could die in this pussy,” he mumbled between clenched teeth.
“I wish you wouldn’t say stupid stuff like that.”
“Shut up, Katie,” he replied distractedly as he began to pump.
Somewhere in the back
of his mind, the realization struck him that the thought of this, of being buried in Katie’s pussy, had been taunting at his consciousness for the better part of two weeks. Yeah, he wanted to bury his face in her lap and live off her sex juices, and yeah, the thought of having his dick in her mouth plagued him so greatly that he’d almost had a heart attack when she’d started to suggest it a few minutes ago.
But this experience—he withdrew and plunged his cock back into her muscular channel, grunting in supreme satisfaction—was what had been plaguing him, haunting him. He’d become obsessed with getting his cock back into her....
The thought evaporated as he thrust and drove into Katie again and again. He kept one hand on her leather boot, keeping her spread wide for him while the other kept her arms restrained. It not only was a prerequisite to restrain Katie—her small, eager hands drove him nuts—but it made him horny as hell to do it as well. He reveled in the experience, holding her down on the mattress, completely at his mercy while he fucked her with increasing force and rapidity. When his pelvis began to strike the backs of her thighs, making taut, brisk whapping noises, Katie joined in the cacophony. Little surprised oh!s of pleasure popped out of her throat with each smack of flesh against flesh.
It sent him into a frenzy of lust.
“Kai-tee,” he warned ominously. She was determined to turn him into an animal. His balls ached with the need to come. Her pussy pulled at his helpless cock like a hot, sucking little mouth. He released her wrists so that he could put both hands on supple leather. He pushed her knees back to her shoulders and reared over her.
“I’m starting to like these fucking boots almost as much as I do your hair,” he grated out before he began to pound into her like a piston going at full throttle. The headboard clacked loudly against the wall and Katie began to keen like a steam whistle. She was small and compact, but damn if she wasn’t strong. Her hips moved in a fluid, forceful synchrony with his strokes, her precision such that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. In a desperate bid to win one more second of this wild ecstasy, one more moment of control, he grabbed her hips and stilled her frantic bucking. His biceps flexed hard as he brought her to him, again and again.
He served her pussy to his cock in precisely the manner he’d fantasized about doing for tortured days and nights. It was every bit as decadent as he’d imagined, he thought as he watched himself plunge into her repeatedly.
The fantasy was topped a hundredfold when he heard Katie shout, and he felt a rush of liquid heat around his cock. Her vaginal walls clamped him tight.
It was too much. His balls pinched in a crisis of bliss. He let go with a guttural groan. His orgasm scalded him, as if his semen had reached the boiling point in his testicles and was ejected with explosive force.
A pleasure-infused moment later, he dropped those accursed sexy leather boots and fell down over her, bracing himself with his arms and panting like a madman.
“You’re going to kill me,” he accused without any real heat, busy as he was trying to recover from being turned inside out by cyclonic sex. She breathed heavily, but her gaze was solemn as she looked up at him.
“No, I told you. I’m going to save you.”
He made an exasperated sound and withdrew from the tight, warm channel of her pussy with a wince. He came down next to her on his side and rolled her into his arms, her back to his chest. She curled up to him like a cat craving body heat. Her hair was everywhere, Rill thought as he brushed a silky curl away from his mouth. Bloody glorious nuisance. He grabbed a handful of it and pressed the mess of golden waves to his lips and nose.
“I still can’t believe you almost cut this off,” he said in a low voice as he released it and smoothed it across a curving hip. Tried to smooth it. It was like holding something soft and alive against a warm, silken curve. He couldn’t decide which sensation he liked better: Katie’s skin or her hair.
She turned her head so that he could see her delicate profile, the rosy color of one cheek and an arching eyebrow.
“Careful, Rill,” she whispered. “You’ll make me think you like something about me.”
“If I liked you any more, you’d be at risk of being eaten in one bite.”
She chuckled and turned her head on the pillow. “I thought you didn’t want me to compare you to the big bad wolf.”
He shifted his palm over her lower ribs and waist, capturing the vibrations of her laughter, once again appreciating how much of her body he could span with one hand. Her scent enfolded him, the light, clean, fruity smell from her hair, the subtle, addictive fragrance he’d come to prize that seemed to release from her skin when she climaxed.
It struck him as surreal, what had just occurred. This was Katie who fit the curve of his body like a seed snuggled within its shell. This was Katie he’d just fucked like he thought it was his last volitional act on earth.
I told you. I’m going to save you.
But who would save Katie from the distrust . . . the dislike Rill had acquired for the world since Eden had died?