“Do you like being chased?” He teased her breast.
“Yes.”
“Do you like being caught?” He swirled his tongue in her ear before biting the lobe.
“Yes!”
“Do feel how hard I am for you?” He ground into her again.
“Yesss!”
“Well then, I know just what you need!” He turned her, hefted her over his shoulder, clamped on to her legs, and started walking. Fast. “And you’re going to like it,” he promised.
Oh yes, she was going to like it and could hardly wait, she was so aroused by his questions, his touches, all of him. Jeremy carried her down to the end of the hall and turned left, descended some stairs, purposeful in his steps until he met his destination. He stopped, opened the door with one hand, and brought them into a bedroom.
“Put me down, now,” she told him, wriggling against his grip.
“I’m going to put you down,” he declared, “right where I want you, on this bed, so I can get all over you—and up in you.”
The moan that escaped her throat seemed to spur him. He’d never moved so fast, dropping her on the bed and securing the door latch. Turning to face her, he leaned against the door and pulled off his boots. The massive ridge in his trousers told her all she needed to know about his intentions. He pounced.
The weight of him covering her was heaven. He had his hand up her skirt and his tongue in her mouth before she could suck in a breath. Two long fingers sank into her core as his thumb stroked her, rubbing in a sweet, slick, wet circle.
She thrust against his hand, rotating her hips, lost to the building, raw tension. Higher and higher he drew her along until she was barely clinging to the edge, ready to plunge into the abyss of shearing pleasure. As she writhed against his hand, she was vaguely aware that he watched her. His head drew back, and he stared at her, into her.
“Look at me. I want to see you coming. Don’t close your eyes, Gina.”
She kept her eyes on him, but her hand shot out to rub down the iron length of his cock, something she had never done. He had touched her plenty, but she had never been bold enough to touch him there. He jerked when her hand made contact, and his eyes rolled back.
“Yes! Touch me! I want your hand on my cock!” he ground out.
Emboldened by his command, she grappled with the buttons on the flap of his kecks, springing him free. Her fingers closed around the stiff length by feel. She couldn’t see what she was doing, but he seemed to be very pleased by her efforts.
“Ah, like that. Stroke up and down. Feels so damn good!”
She kept her eyes on his, working her fist around his cock, learning the feel of the skin sliding over hard muscle underneath its satin sheath. The circling of his thumb and the penetration of his fingers had her about ready to fly. “Jeremy! I can’t wait—I want you insi—”
He angled himself, thrust powerfully, and gave her what she wanted. Long, sliding, intense pulls, back and forth, bumping the wall of her womb with each deep pulse.
“Like this?” he asked, his breathing going into the predictable wheeze she knew well.
“Just like that!”
She gave him everything she had, meeting each stroke, thrust for thrust. She dug into his back with her fingernails, wishing she was touching skin instead of his shirt. The explosion, when it came, was shattering. They came together. She cried out, caring little if she was heard or if she was too wanton. In this moment, with him, abandon consumed her and she could know nothing else.
* * * *
Jeremy caressed her neck with his lips. Gina shifted against his nuzzling, coming awake from their ragged romp like a languid, sleepy kitten. After that first blinding release, they’d gotten good and naked and gone again, collapsing into needed sleep together when it was done.
Burrowed in the blankets with her warm curves fitted to his body like a snug-fitting glove was illuminating. He could feel a glow infusing him with love and feelings of possessiveness he’d never believed possible. Having her reach out, touching and demanding of him during their encounter had been like a lightning strike. Igniting in him something he’d never known with a woman. She excited and soothed him at the same time. Made him feel reckless and cautious both at once. She stirred him up and smoothed out his rough edges. She completed him in so many ways—made him feel like a real man, a husband, a grown-up. She was all-powerful.
“That was the most memorable romp of hide-and-seek I’ve ever had.” Jeremy kissed her lips gently. “When can we do it again?”
Gina smiled at him. “I liked it, too.” She blushed beautifully, her shyness taking over.
“I love that you get shy, but there’s no need.” He tickled her a little at the ribs. “I like you wanton and shameless.”
“You do?” Her eyes widened at him.