I Just Want You(52)

 

 

"I can be quiet," she pants as I move my lips to her neck.

I smile against her skin. "Legs around my waist, beautiful." I lift her off her feet and she complies. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her face buried in my neck. My chest swells with something . . . something more. All for her. I carry her to the couch and sit down. "Lie with me." I stretch out on the couch and she quickly gets situated. She's facing away from me-not exactly what I had in mind. I wanted to watch her when she came all over my hand, but at this point I'll take anything and everything she's willing to give me.

Putting my arm around her, I pull her in close. I can never seem to have her close enough. Quickly, I move her curls to the side and my lips find her neck once more. I easily slip my hand under the waistband of her leggings, sliding beneath the silky fabric of her thong. Berklee arches her hips when I reach my destination.

"Crew," she gasps when I apply pressure. Her fingers wrap around my arm, her nails digging into the skin.

"You missed me, beautiful," I say, my lips next to her ear. She moans. "Tell me," I demand. I want to hear her say it. I need to know that she's not as cavalier about all this as she seems. That she wants me with the same intensity that I want her.

"I did," she says, her voice soft and breathless.

"You did what?" I push my erection into her ass.

"I missed you," she whispers.

My chest expands with the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Remembering that we're not alone at the club, I know I need to make this quick. I speed up my efforts, my tongue on her neck mimicking my fingers in her heat.

Her nails dig deeper into my arm. "Don't stop," she begs.

"Fuck," I growl. "You're so fucking wet. So hot." I bite down on her earlobe and feel her orgasm. Her walls are squeezing my fingers as my thumb works her faster. I don't stop until she relaxes into me. "I need to feel you, Berklee. I need my cock buried deep."

She gives me an answering nod before she rolls over and I move under her, allowing her to straddle me. "Like this?" she asks, her blue eyes hazy with desire.

"Any way you want me, babe. I just need to be inside you." Reaching into my pocket, I hand her the condom that I've been carrying around in that very spot all damn week, just waiting for the chance to feel her from the inside.

Standing, she slips out of her pants and thong as I unbutton my jeans and slide them and my boxer briefs down my hips. I kick them off, not giving a fuck where they land. My attention is on Berklee, her auburn curls hanging over her shoulders as she tears the wrapper open with her teeth and leans forward to slowly-painfully slow-slide it over my hard cock. Without a word, she takes her place on my lap, straddling my hips. 

She grips my cock and licks her lips. Those blue eyes captivate me, stealing my attention. I don't even blink as she raises her hips and guides me inside her. She closes her eyes and releases a soft moan from the back of her throat. I don't risk looking away or closing my eyes. Fuck that. I don't want to miss a single fucking second of her riding me.

"So full," she murmurs, eyes still closed as she begins a slow yet steady rhythm, rocking her hips against me.

Resting my hands on her thighs, I just watch her, letting her take what she wants, what she needs from me. It's a first for me, to not take control, but this is an experience I'm not willing to miss. It's sure to be a memory that will forever be ingrained in my mind.

I can't take my eyes off her as I memorize every detail. The way her curls cover the tops of her breasts, but not quite enough to hide those pert pink nipples that are begging for my mouth. The feel of her heat wrapped around me, her thighs as they squeeze me tight.

Slowly her eyes open and she stares down at me. I cup her cheek and she leans in to my touch, my heart skipping a beat in my chest. "So fucking beautiful," I say, caressing her cheek with my thumb. Turning her head, she sucks my thumb into her mouth and I raise my hips, needing to be closer. Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her. She grasps my shoulders and begins her assault on me, rocking her hips, bouncing, moaning. I'm so fucking close just by watching her, not to mention the way her walls are squeezing my cock.

"I'm close," I pant. It's taking all my effort not to blow. Sliding one hand between us, I rub her clit. She throws her head back and moans. I should worry about someone hearing us, but I don't give a fuck; I want them to know she's mine. And she is. I'll do whatever I have to do to prove it to her.

"Now," she says, biting down on my shoulder.

That one word has me releasing inside of her. I hold on to her as we both come down from the high. I don't want to let go.