His fingers planted between my breasts, his thumb tracing over the oddly sensitive underside before slipping upward, running circles over the hardened point.
Just circles.
Soft.
Sweet.
Slow.
The need was a clawing, desperate thing overtaking my system, making me impatient.
My body lifted, hand pressing into his shoulder, pushing until he lost balance, falling back onto the mattress.
I climbed up, straddling his waist, watching the slow, sexy smile that pulled at his lips as my hands went down, dragging up my shirt, needing to hunch a bit forward to free it, my ribs aching when my hands went up over my head.
The smile fell away, replaced with heavy-lidded hunger as his eyes moved over my chest. His hand raised, sliding up my belly to settle over my ribs, covering the bruises there for a long moment.
"They're fine," I insisted, hand covering his for a second before planting my hands, leaning forward to claim his lips again.
His body folded up, the position making my hips drop down on his lap, feeling his cock press between my thighs, making a moan escape me, stifled by his lips.
My hands went down his back, dragging his shirt up, shivering a bit when his chest brushed my breasts.
Unable to stop it, my hips ground down on him, making a low, rolling growl move through him, vibrating into my chest.
His arm locked around me, throwing me back down on the mattress. Not quite as gently as he had before.
His lips didn't seek mine, traveled instead downward, closing over my nipple, circling with his tongue for a long moment before sucking hard, making my back arch off the mattress as the desire shot from the contact and between my legs.
He moved over my chest, working the same magic to my other nipple before going between my breasts, kissing down the line of my stomach, his stubble creating a delicious burn over the skin.
His body pushed back to sit on his ankles, reaching to pull my legs forward so my knees hit my chest, sliding my leggings down my hips, my thighs, over my knees, struggling a bit charmingly to free my ankles and feet.
"These look like sin when you wear them," he told me, tossing them onto the floor. "But they're a pain in the ass to peel off," he added with a sexy smirk as he grabbed my knees, pressing my thighs wide on the mattress as his body sank down.
No hesitation.
No playing around.
His tongue moved up my cleft, found my clit, and worked it relentlessly until my hands were clawing at the sheets, my hips grinding shamelessly up toward his mouth, my moans became nothing but choked whimpers before his lips closed around it, sucked, and made the orgasm slam through my system.
I barely had a chance to come down before his fingers were inside me, thrusting, curling, raking across the top wall with expert precision, driving me up again impossibly fast.
"No," I whimpered when he seemed to feel the pre-orgasm tightening, pulling his fingers out of me, refusing to let me come again. "Roderick," I tried, reaching to grab his hand.
"Next time you come, it's going to be around my cock, mami," he murmured, making his way back up my belly, between my breasts, up the side of my neck, teeth nipping into my earlobe.
My hands slid down the firm line of his back, sinking into his ass for a second before sliding between our bodies, finding the button and zip, working them free with needy fingers, a bit awkwardly trying to drag both his jeans and his boxer briefs down his legs, freeing him.
And, desperate to make him feel even a bit of what he had made me feel, I slid down underneath him, grabbing his cock, guiding it into my mouth. My tongue worked a circle around the head before reaching around, sinking my hands into his ass, encouraging him to press deeper, to take what he wanted, what he needed from me.
"Fuck," he hissed, starting to thrust into my mouth. Slow, tentative, feeling me out at first. But when my hands simply sank in deeper into his ass, hard enough to leave possessive little marks there later, encouraging him, he began thrusting harder, deeper, forcing me to take him into the back of my throat a few times before he pulled suddenly away, kicking completely out of his pants, grabbing a condom out of his wallet, throwing it onto the bed, then grabbing my hips, tossing me further up toward the pillows before coming over me again, sealing his lips over mine.
There was nothing soft or sweet, nothing restrained or controlled about him then.
His lips bruised into mine, his teeth sank in deep enough to leave marks.
His body wedged between my thighs, his cock sliding up my cleft, making a shudder move through me at the perfect contact, at the promise of fulfillment.