lips.
Moving up and over her, he swooped in, kissing her senseless. His tongue tangled with hers, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She could feel him resting at the heart of her, the broad, thick head of his erection seeking entry, and she pushed at his shoulders, not wanting him to get ahead of himself.
“Put a condom on,” she murmured. Her body burned with wanting him and she realized that maybe, just maybe he was right.
She might earn a second orgasm out of this encounter after all.
Rhett reached for the bedside table where he’d dropped the condom earlier, searching the tabletop until his fingers landed on the wrapper. Grabbing it, he lifted himself off her, resting on his haunches between her spread thighs.
Pausing, he gazed down at her. What a vision. Hair a tangled mess and spread across the pillow, her naked body open and willing, bared just for him. Her skin was tinged with pink, her cheeks flushed and rosy, her nipples much the same. Hard little points that begged for his mouth, he knew they tasted so sweet.
And he would sample them again in minutes.
Tearing open the wrapper, he slowly slipped the condom on, stroking himself, making his body lurch. She watched beneath hooded lids, her lips parting in a pretty little “O”. Licking her lips, she propped herself up on her elbows. “You have a beautiful body,” she murmured.
Pleasure rippled through him at her compliment. “And here you said you didn’t like to talk much during sex.”
“I don’t. But watching you like this, I can’t help but say something.” He stroked his cock again, putting on a show for her and she whimpered. “Wow.”
“‘Wow’? That’s all you’ve got?” He covered her once more, causing her to lie flat against the mattress, his face in hers. “No, ‘oh, Rhett, you’re hung like a horse!’ You don’t have anything like that for me?”
She giggled and the sound went straight to his soul. “I wouldn’t want you hung like a horse. That’s gross.”
“Hmm, the bigger, the better is what they always say.” He knew his cock wasn’t a monster, but he had nothing to be ashamed of.
She wound her arms around his neck and brought him to her, their mouths connecting. Lingering. She opened for him, his tongue searching, slipping and sliding against hers. He adjusted himself, his cock at the very center of her and slowly, carefully, he pushed inside.
Immediately he closed his eyes at the tight, velvety feel of her. Christ, he wouldn’t last long, not with her like this. She ran her slender hands up and down his back, lower until she was smoothing her fingers across his backside, pressing him closer, sending him deeper.
Oh, yeah. That was it. They moaned as he sunk inside her, moaned some more when he withdrew almost all the way out then thrust back in. He could keep up this delicious rhythm all night. The friction was almost unbearable, the heat of her clasping around him, drawing him deep, her tissues dragging along him as he retreated from the welcoming depths of her body.
“Rhett.” The way she whispered his name intoxicated him, drove him on. “Don’t stop.”
Hell no, he wasn’t going to stop. He increased his pace, almost frantic now, and he breathed deep, telling himself to slow down. Determined to make that second orgasm happen for her, no matter what.
Reaching between them, he touched the top of her slit, slid his finger down until it brushed her engorged clit. He circled the little piece of flesh, again and again as he thrust deep, again and again. Driving the both of them wild with it, until the mattress squeaked with their every movement and their mingled cries and moans grew louder and louder.
She stiffened beneath him, her body bowing, holding there for a long, breathless moment before she finally fell apart. Crying out his name, she clung to him as he continued to slam inside her, harder this time. Faster. All the while, he played with her clit, angling his cock just so, hitting the special spot deep within her that would make it all even better.
“Can you come one more time?” he whispered close to her ear. “Can we make it three?”
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “I—I don’t know.”
“Let’s try. Reach for it.” He slowed his movements, pulling completely out of her so he could take the head of his cock and brush back and forth along her swollen folds, lingering at her throbbing clit. “Doesn’t that feel good?” he crooned, knowing he was driving her out of her mind.
Hell, he was driving himself out of his mind.
“Yes.” She sounded mindless with it, overwhelmed. Her eyes tightly closed, she thrashed her head back and forth, her breasts swaying with the movement. “God, yes.”
“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” He stopped stroking her and she lifted her lids, staring at him with dazed eyes. Slowly, he started stroking her again, playing with her, pushing the both of them to the point of no return.
“Please,” she murmured, lifting her hips, trying to get him inside her. “I need you inside me.”
“Begging for it, baby?” Ah, he was an ass. But it did a man’s ego good, having his woman begging for him to satisfy her.
“Yes.” She arched again and he fed her just the tip. “More,” she breathed.
She surprised the hell out of him. He hadn’t figured her to be such a tigress in bed, but she proved him wrong. And because he found that so damn astonishing—in a good way—he decided to give her what she wanted.