Bang (B-Squad 2)

"Let me help." He reached over and put his fingers on top of hers and she stilled. "No. Show me. Let me feel how you make yourself come."

Another lusty moan around his cock as she sucked and stroked him with her mouth, then she swirled her fingers around her clit using the fingertips of two fingers with a slow, light touch. Tangling his fingers in her silky hair, he held her head still so he could match the stroke of his cock into her mouth with her leisurely pace circling her sensitive nub. Watching her, fucking her mouth, letting his fingers slide down so that he could dip inside her opening. She arched against his hand, rocking against his fingers.

"Is this how you touched yourself when you thought about me?"

She pulled away from his hold on her head and let him slip from her mouth. "W

hat makes you think I've pictured you while masturbating?"

Feisty. Her attitude turned him on just as much as her traffic-stopping curves. "Because I sure as hell have pictured you."

"Tell me." Breathy. Needy. Heat so hot she'd burn with a blue flame.

This was the real Tamara—not the ice queen she showed the world. She was a sight to behold and he counted himself damn lucky to be getting an up-close-and-personal view—and if he didn't get even closer soon he was going to lose it. He withdrew his fingers and tasted her sweetness before stepping down off the bed and reaching for the condom on the bedside table.

"You want to hear about all the ways I've fucked you in my mind?" He tore open the foil wrapper.

She licked her lips as she watched him roll the condom on. "Yes."

He grabbed her legs at the ankles and spun her around on the bed, spreading her legs as he ran his hands up the outside of her calves, knees and finally up to her thighs so that he stood between them. "No."

"No?"

"I'd rather show you."

"Lucky me."

She hooked her ankles together at the small of his back. The move pulled him closer to where he wanted to be and let him slide his palms up and around so he cupped her ass and lifted her hips higher. He lined up his straining cock with her entrance.

"Which of us is the lucky one is up for debate, but not at this moment because I can't wait any longer for this."

He slid home in one long, excruciatingly amazing stroke until he was buried balls-deep in her clinging warmth. Better than he’d imagined? Hell, he hadn't even come close. Sensation bombarded him as he withdrew and plunged forward, his whole body was buzzing and alive. The whole world disappeared. There was only them.

Her body responded to his rhythm, increasing the pace and arching her hips upward to take more of him, let him hit that bundle of nerves just inside her entrance. As soon as he did, she squeezed around his dick like a hot fist.

"Isaac," she moaned as she rotated her hips and angled her body so that only her shoulders touched the mattress.

"How can I make it better, darlin'?" He'd do it. Whatever it took.

"Fast. Hard. Now."

Her wish was his command. She met each of his forceful thrusts, their bodies urging each other toward that sweet spot where pleasure bordered on blissful agony. A strangled moan escaped as her orgasm exploded and she clamped down on him, holding his cock tight.

He drove into her, his balls slapping against her bare flesh. The tempo increased to a frantic rhythm, ecstasy laying just beyond her reach. The pressure swelled until it consumed him. In an instant, the world shattered as he plunged inside of her one last time, coming with her name on his lips.

Their breathing was ragged and satisfied. Every bone in his body weighed a thousand pounds. Letting go of her wasn't something he wanted to do, but logistics was a bitch that way.

"I'll be right back." He got rid of the condom in the world's fastest trip to the bathroom.

Before he could dive under the covers and pull her close though, she had both feet on the ground and a pinched look on her face. He knew that look. It was the oh-shit-what-have-I-done look. God knew he'd worn it often enough after some of his crazier nights. But this wasn't one of those nights.

So much for a warm, fuzzy, post-coital feeling. "Having second thoughts?"

Her chin went up ten degrees. "No."

His gut gave a twinge. "Then what?"

"I should shower." She smoothed her hair. "I'm all sweaty and my hair's a mess."