Big Rock(49)

When I reach my pants, she sits up and takes over, unzipping my jeans. “I want to do it.”

She tugs off my briefs, and my cock says hello to her.

She makes a sound like a purr. “Good to see you, too,” she says and darts out her tongue to lick. She swirls the tip of her tongue around the head, but before I get lost in the magical world that is her wickedly wonderful lips, I move quickly. I grab her hips, and flip her over. “Hands and knees, like a good dirty girl,” I tell her.

“Am I a dirty girl?”

“You are with me,” I say, as I move to grab a condom.

I stop, though, to admire the beautiful sight in front of me—Charlotte, on all fours, her gorgeous ass raised in the air. I smack it once, a light crack on the side of a cheek. She flinches, but lets out a sexy little cry. “Oh God,” she moans.

That sound. Her words. Her noises. This woman is a dream. She’s discovering how much she likes everything with me, and I’m learning how much I adore fucking her. I bend my head to her rear and press a kiss to the spot I smacked. Then in a flurry, I grab her wrists and push them down on the bed. “Changed my mind. On your elbows. Ass up high.”

She bends like a dancer, following my lead. I drag the head of my cock through her wetness. She moans and shifts closer, wanting me, inviting me, needing me. I spank her once again, and she yelps in pleasure.

I roll on the condom and sink into her. White-hot sparks shoot through my veins. The tightness, the heat—it’s astonishing. I growl, low and guttural, like an animal. “You,” I say on a groan. “You’re so sexy. I think I’m going to set up camp here all night.”

She laughs and moans at the same time. “You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m just fucking turned on beyond anything I’ve ever felt,” I say, my voice rough, as I start to pump.

She’s silent suddenly. No, moans, no cries, no wild pants. A small but clear voice asks, “Really?”

She cranes her neck to look up at me. My God, she’s all vulnerable, her eyes so trusting, her body bent in a downward slide. “Yes,” I answer as I slam into her, giving her all of me. My hands clamp tightly to her hips. “I swear, Charlotte. You fucking do something to me.” I pull back out of her so only the tip is in. She writhes, trying to draw me back. “You drive me wild. You make me crazy.” I thrust deeply, and her breath spills out in a gorgeous moan. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh God, I feel the same,” she says, and bends lower, lifting higher, offering more.

She’s all I want. All of her, as I fuck her like this until she comes in a frenzy of sound and heated cries. My muscles tighten, my vision blurs, and my own climax seizes my body as bright, hot pleasure crashes over me.

I flop down onto the bed, and she flops next to me. Resting her head in the crook of my arm, she stays like that—hot, sweaty, and naked. Absently I run my fingers through her hair. She brushes her hand across my stomach.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs. “I think that was our best ever. I’m going to give you a gold star for excellence in orgasm delivery. A statue even.”

“I’d like to thank the Academy,” I begin, teasing her.

She swats my chest. “So you were faking it? Fine, so was I,” she says with a huff.

In an instant, I’m on my hands and knees, pinning her. “No, you were not faking it.”

Her eyes taunt me. “Yes. Yes, I was.”

“You weren’t. But just for that comment, you’re going to show me how much you like it when I fuck you.” In a flash I raise her wrists over her head, and lower my arm along the side of the bed, feeling for her dress on the floor. I grab it and yank off the ribbon from the belt loops with one hand.

I wrap it around her slender wrists then around a bed post. Her eyes track my hands the whole time as I tighten the pink fabric. “Pretty in pink,” I murmur, then I run my fingertip against her lips.

I locate another condom and roll it on my dick. Yes, I’m fucking hard again. How could I not be? She’s tied to my bed, still wet from her first two orgasms. Of course I’m fucking erect. I spread her legs, savoring the sight in front of me—her legs in a V, her hands bound, her eyes wide open.

I wedge myself between her thighs. “Now, you’re going to beg for it.”

“I am?”

“You are,” I say roughly. “Because you’re not getting all of it until you do.”

I slide in but I only give her a few inches. I lower to my elbows so I’m close to her and proceed to slow-fuck her for the next several minutes, teasing her the whole time, never going all the way in. She moans and writhes and rocks beneath me, every thrust eliciting a new sexy murmur from her.