She leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his chest now, her mouth near his. She moved her hips slowly, up and down, like a tease. Making him groan, making him roll his eyes back in his head.
“Do you like it when I take you slow like this?” She asked, rising up on him, then taking him all the way inside her, and grinding her hips on him.
“I like that you’re a talker. That you give it right back to me.”
“I love giving it back to you,” she said, drawing up her hips, again, then slamming down on him. “Or would you rather I fuck you hard?” She said, swearing for the first time with him. She gasped at her own use of a dirty word and his eyes widened.
“Oh you know that’s only going to get me going even more,” he said.
She pinned his wrists over his head while pumping her hips against him. “Good. I like getting you going. I like being the only one who can make you feel this way.”
“You are. The only one. Hold me down and press your beautiful body against mine,” he said as she rode him, picking up the pace, building into a frenzy, taking him right there with her, his body becoming an inferno as he watched her move on him. He could barely stand it. He grabbed her ass, then held onto her as he switched positions, staying inside her the whole time as he moved her underneath him.
“Wrap your legs tight around me, and I’m going hold your hands down until you come,” he said, needing to take charge again.
She raised her arms above her head, eagerly inviting him to take over. He held her wrists in one hand as she arched her back.
“Do you want me to make you come soon?”
“I do,” she said in between pants.
“Tell me how much you want me to drive you wild right now.”
“Oh god, Smith. I want you so much,” she said, those eyes dark as she became a wild woman in bed. “Take me so hard I’ll still feel you tomorrow.”
His senses went into overdrive. His body was alive with fire and heat. Every nerve, every muscle, every brain cell was focused on one thing—pleasing her.
“I want you to say my name when you’re coming on me, got that?” he said, as he filled her to the hilt, her breath catching as she gasped. She was getting closer, and he was going to bring her over the edge any second.
“You’re so sexy, it’s killing me,” she said, moaning. “You make me feel so good.”
She spread her legs even wider, wrapping them around his ass.
“You know why I make you feel this way?”
“Because I’m crazy for you,” she said, answering him with words he’d always wanted to hear.
“God, that makes me so happy.”
She held on tight, drawing him as far into her as she could take him, and then looked him in the eyes, her mouth forming a perfect O as she cried out.
“Smith.”
That was it. Just his name. That was all she could manage, and he watched her as she shuddered. Then again, even louder, as he drove into her, his own orgasm coursing through him, following hers. Then he collapsed onto her, burying his face in her hair.
Once was never enough. So they went for seconds, and then thirds sometime in the middle of the night. When morning rolled around, he hopped into her shower, and she joined him, surprising him by kneeling down and taking him in her mouth.
“Best. Shower. Ever,” he declared when she finished, and turned off the water.
As he toweled off, he stopped to check his phone. He scrolled through his messages casually, then seemed to stop and study one. His shoulders tightened. “I have to get going. I’m late. I have another construction job I’m working on over on Meadow Lane.”
She furrowed her brow. “But I thought you were hiring some guys to help. So you don’t have to do everything yourself.”
“I am,” he said, tapping her nose playfully. “But they’re not hired yet, so it’s still on my shoulders. And then it’s my afternoon at the Burn Center so I am a busy boy.”
“I love that you do that,” she said, as she pulled on a long T-shirt, then sat cross-legged on her bed, watching him dress.
“So when will I see you again?” he asked as he zipped up his jeans.
“I’m working this afternoon too. Day shift. What about tomorrow?”
“What about tonight?”
She couldn’t suppress a grin. Nothing would be better than seeing him again so soon now that they were together for real.
“Well, it’s the first night of the festival. Don’t you need to be dunked?”
“Tomorrow night is for dunking. Tonight I am taking my woman to the Spring Festival.”
His woman. She never thought she’d let herself go there. But here she was, and the words—the title—made her feel as if a fleet of hummingbirds had taken flight in her body.