“Get your clothes off, girl. I need to get inside you.”
My heart flips over. No beating around the bush with Mick, I guess. Hand over the hootchie and no one gets hurt.
“You do it,” I say, pulling his face to mine. I cannot get enough of his mouth and it’s way safer if he just doesn’t talk and kisses me instead.
His hands don’t waste any time. They’re all over me fumbling around and then suddenly I’m naked too and we’re lying side by side pressed together. He squeezes my breast as I throw my leg over his waist. His hand slides down to press into my ass, bringing us together.
Everything is moving too fast for me to think straight. He’s pressing the tip against my opening before I suddenly wake up to reality.
“Wait! You need a condom!” Holy cold shower. I’m panting in relief and fear over the near miss. The last thing I want to do is end up like Alissa.
“I already put one on.”
I put my hand down there because I figure it’s got to be a lie. Is is possible to be so in another world during foreplay to miss something like that? Apparently, yes. “Oh. Damn. You’re good.”
And we’re back on again.
I can’t help the huge sigh that escapes my lips as he starts to penetrate me. I whimper as he pulls back and then squeak when he goes in again. I’m hanging on for dear life, biting my lip as the pressure builds. He’s too big. It hurts so good.
He pushes me over and I’m on my back, spreading my legs to take him in more fully. We’re both moaning. Once he’s all the way in, buried to the hilt, we roll over again and now I’m on top.
I stare down at his gorgeous face, taking in the serious expression, his dark green deep-set eyes, the hair that’s been pushed all over the place with our wrestling around, the tattoos standing out in relief against his lighter skin. I’ve never seen a guy look so incredibly hot in all my life. And he’s moving underneath me, making me feel things that I’ve never felt before. I can’t help but pick up the rhythm and move with him.
“You feel so good,” he says, his voice low. His nostrils flare and his jaw goes strong as he grips me by the hips and pushes up into me. His muscles bulge and ripple with every movement. I touch as many as I can reach with my fingertips, reveling in their smooth power.
I move my hips down lower, taking all of him inside me. “You were right,” I whisper. “It fits.” Barely.
“Fuck yeah, it fits. Fits you perfectly. You were made for me.”
His words send a secret thrill through my heart, like an electric current. I had no idea it was possible to adore someone and want to screw his brains out at the exact same time. Love and sex have never been intertwined for me before this moment. If I weren’t on the precipice of having a seriously amazing orgasm, I’d probably be freaking out about that right now. But there’s no time for that nonsense because I’m about to blow.
I’m going up and down, riding him like I’m in a rodeo, and he’s meeting me thrust for thrust. He starts yelling out of control, and it makes me feel like a warrior badass, totally slaying his ass.
And then something hits me from inside like a locomotive. It comes from somewhere deep in my center, something he pulls out of me that completely blindsides my conscious thinking mind.
I start yelling because the feeling won’t be contained with silence and good manners. He’s hanging onto my hips and ramming himself up into me as I bounce down and hang onto his forearms. Then he’s yelling along with me and I’m suddenly flipped over onto my back without warning. My legs flop around behind his back as I go temporarily blind and just ride him from underneath. I sink my teeth in his shoulder and my nails in his back as the darkness rushes over me and I explode from the inside out.
He goes stiff and jerks several times, yelling near my ear. I just hang on for dear life. I can’t feel my legs anymore and the sweat is pouring off us and pooling in the hollow of my stomach.
And then his heavy body collapses on mine with a loud slap! I can feel the thrumming of his heart against mine and the pulsing artery going down the center of his stomach where we are pressed together. The sound of my own pulse fills my ears, and the hotel room that used to be filled with our shouts and growls is now dead silent but for my blood pounding away.
“Fuck me,” he says in a near whisper, sounding exhausted. “Gold medal, babe. Gold medal.”
I grin lazily because it’s all I can manage, even though I’m deliriously happy inside. “Did I just compete in the sex Olympics without knowing it?”