Notorious (Playing With Fire)

“I see you’re back in action,” she commented, amusement lacing her voice as she reached out and stroked her fingers down the length of his hardening cock.

“Being close to you does it.” Not a lie. Just being with her did it for him.

“Ah, I appreciate that, trust me.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and fisted him. “Make love to me, Eric.”

Her words sounded in his head, pounded in his heart.

Make love to me, Eric.

He’d never considered it making love before. Not even with Brandon and that had been by far the most intense and serious relationship he’d ever been in. When they’d invited Alexa into the mix he definitely hadn’t been able to consider it making love. What they’d shared had been too animalistic, too raw to be considered lovemaking.

Just straight, hardcore fucking. It sounded sordid but hell, that’s what it had been.

With Stacy though, it felt different. Stronger. Tender and loving, raw and passionate, he could be both with her. He could be himself with her. There was no fronting with her though he’d tried mightily throughout their entire relationship.

She saw him for what he was. And she didn’t turn him away. It was a blessing. She was a blessing.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he rolled over so she lay beneath him, a big smile curving her lips as she stared up at him. He gazed into her beautiful eyes, losing himself in their alluring depths. He still couldn’t believe he was with her. Really with her. She should’ve kicked him out of her life the first moment she met him.

But she hadn’t. And he needed to thank his lucky damn stars for the rest of his life.

Dipping his head, he kissed her. Drank from her sweet lips, tasted her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like come, like his come and he licked at her tongue, moaned when her tongue met his eagerly. The kiss deepened as their hands wandered over each other’s bodies. He cupped her breast in his hand, breaking away from her so he could suck the turgid berry-pink nipple into his mouth. He suckled from her, felt her hands curl into the hair that rested at his nape as he sampled from her delectable body.

This time, there wouldn’t be much savoring, he mused, as he slid down her body. He kissed her breasts, sucked her nipples, touched her between her legs with his fingers. She was so wet and hot, the creamy sounds of her pussy filled his ears as he stroked her there. Pumped his fingers in and out of her, he drove her higher and higher when he teased her clit with his thumb.

And then he withdrew completely, heard her disappointed growl of frustration as he did so and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He reached into the drawer of his bedside table and withdrew a condom, tearing the wrapper off with a vengeance. She laughed, but the urgency in her voice was clear when she spoke.

“Hurry, Eric. Please.”

The please broke him. He sheathed himself as quick as he could with trembling fingers. Went back to her and held her reverently beneath him, careful as he slid slowly, deeply inside her welcoming body. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, her hands smoothing up and down his back. She barely held herself in. He could feel palpable energy that flowed through her beneath him. Stacy wanted it quick and fast.

He wanted to take his time. Do it right. Just as she did when she sucked his cock. He’d been the one who ruined it when he came so damn quick.

“Eric.” She sounded in pure agony. Bucking her hips against him, she tried valiantly to pull him deeper inside her body, but he held himself back. “What are you doing?”

“Taking my time with you.” He reached toward her, smoothed a stray hair away from her forehead. “We’re in no hurry. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“But I—” She shifted. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing. He sunk further into her body, the hot, tight muscles of her pussy clenching like a fist around him. “—I want you to go faster. I need you to go faster. Please. ”

Again with the please. How could he resist? He wanted to move slow, but she wouldn’t let him. Increasing his pace, he pounded inside her, their sweat-dampened bodies slapping against each other. She kept up his rhythm, her little cries of pleasure with his every thrust driving him half out of his mind. He couldn’t think of anything else, couldn’t focus on anything else but their joined bodies and the impending pleasure they both strove toward.

A white-hot flash of heat slashed through his body, settled at the base of his spine. His balls drew up, tingling and tight and he knew he was close. Desperately close. Probably too goddamned close.

Eric wanted Stacy to come with him.

Reaching between their bodies he touched the top of her slit, his finger drifting down until he made contact with her swollen clit. He teased and tortured her there, played with the throbbing bit of flesh until she was crying out. Felt the surge of moisture from her climax coat his cock and he plunged over the other side with a shout.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She repeated the word over and over again, covering his face in kisses as he shuddered above her. Her legs were wrapped tight around his hips. He felt her quiver and shake beneath him and nothing had ever, ever felt so damn good as coming in the arms of the woman he loved.

Eric stilled, held himself above her for a long, stunned moment. She continued to kiss and touch him, completely unaware in the shift of the universe that just took place. Withdrawing from her he rolled off the bed and disposed of the condom. Heard her little satisfied sigh and couldn’t help the surge of pride at being the one who brought that forth.

I love her.

The words hit him like a punch to the gut yet again. He needed to tell her. Express to her exactly how he felt.

Not yet. She won’t believe me.

She wouldn’t believe him. Most likely assume he was talking out his ass. He needed to make it special. He needed to prove to himself that he didn’t need anyone else but her. That he was over what Brandon and Alexa did to him. Over being a man whore and picking up everything that walked and talked. He was going to do right by this woman.