He kissed a line down my neck, over my shoulders, shifting lower to plant a kiss on my chest. He was so close to my nipple. Anticipation tightened in my stomach and I clenched my thighs again.
He sucked a nipple into his wet, hot mouth, and my hands flew to his hair. He flicked it with his tongue before releasing it with a soft pop and doing the same with the other nipple.
My breathing became heavy. Ragged. But so was his. It did things to me, knowing that he wanted this as much as I did. Even if my breathing was slightly more of a pant than his.
His palm cupped my sex. I moaned in response.
“You’re so wet,” his voice was breathy, his breathing hard against my ear. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”
God, the mouth on this guy. I wasn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, and I was too far gone, too needy, to be embarrassed, but I’d never been with anyone who was so effortless with the dirty talk. It made my sex clench.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
His lips sank to mine. My hands danced under the edge of his shirt, seeking out his taut stomach. His hands slid up my thighs, closer and closer to where I needed them to be. My legs trembled with anticipation. This time, he didn’t stop. His fingers skimmed my sex, and I nearly cried out.
His hand was steady and his touch light as he stroked my clit. I dug my fingers into the hard lines of his stomach. His fingers slid down, and I spread my legs. He dipped a finger inside me, and I nearly collapsed. Only the weight of his body pressing me against the wall kept me upright.
“James, don’t stop.”
His fingers moved faster, deeper as his kiss became harder, more aggressive. Tension knotted between my legs. I was getting so close. He was somehow tuned to my body, giving me exactly what I needed, when I needed it.
“Come for me, Gabrielle,” he said.
With his next stroke, pleasure welled up in me as the knot of tension released. I groaned his name as I toppled over the edge.
He kept me pressed against the wall with his hips as he stroked me through it.
“My name sounds good on your tongue when you come for me.” His voice was low, dangerously sexy. “I want to hear it again. Think you’ve got one more in you?”
“Only if it’s with you.” I wanted him deep inside me.
“Fuck yeah.” He produced a foil packet, stuck it between his teeth, and undid his button so fast, it was like it was all one movement. He tugged his pants and underwear off just far enough to expose his enormous, fully engorged cock.
I sucked in a breath. He sheathed himself and moved his hands to my ass. He held me against the wall, but paused. “You sure about this?”
“James Skye, do not even think about stopping.”
He nipped at my lower lip. “Yes, ma’am.” He gave a very quick mock salute and got down to business. “Wrap your legs around me.”
He brought his hands to my thighs to help me, lifting me against him. I hooked my ankles around his waist as he shifted our bodies closer. He kept his eyes on mine. The burning desire in his gaze stoked the fire in my veins.
His cock nudged at my sex, then slid in. We both exhaled in relief as he slid deeper. So deep that it was suddenly difficult to breathe. He slowed when he slid home, watching me intently. His breathing came in gasps, and he looked at me like he might die if I stopped him, but he was still so attentive.
“I’m okay,” I answered his unasked question. My hands went to the back of his neck, and I drew him in for a kiss.
Slowly, he started to move. God, did he ever feel good. My sex stretched to accommodate him fully, but he moved slowly enough that it didn’t hurt. I was beyond the point of feeling anything but pleasure as he moved in and out of me.
He groaned as he continued his steady motions. “You feel so fucking good, Gabrielle.”
My thighs squeezed his hips in response. He needed to know how good he was making me feel, but all conscious thought had fled from my mind as moved inside me. Again and again. “James...”
My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, and I tugged at them, exposing his chest. I explored his chest with my fingers. He kissed me and drove into me. Harder. Faster. Until the speed was perfect.
I arched my back to press my clit against his pubic bone and lost myself in the pleasure that built inside me. My fingers dug into his skin. His hands stayed on my hips, pinning me in place as he timed his movements in reaction to my moans.
His lids were heavy; his breathing came in ragged pants. He groaned. He was close. “Fuck, Gabbi.”
His groans sent shockwaves of pleasure cascading through my body. The sound of his pleasure was enough to push me right back to the edge, and with his next stroke, I went flying over it as I came again.