He grinned a wolfish grin—the first time I’d seen him smile since he’d rescued me. “I fuckin’ love it when you blush,” he told me, and kissed me again, hot and deep. I groaned and wrapped my arms around his body, knowing I was probably leaving dark handprints on the muscles of his back and not caring.
We only managed to keep the kiss going for a few panting, frantic seconds before he grabbed for the belt of my jeans again. I pressed my palms into the wood of the workbench and lifted my ass to help him, and my jeans and panties slid down my legs. He dragged my sneakers and socks off, too, and suddenly I was naked.
He didn’t let my legs go right away. He captured my ankles in one big hand and hoisted them high in the air, then kissed all the way down the outside of one leg to my hip. Then, as if he couldn’t wait any more, he let me down and knocked my knees apart, stepping between them. He reached for the belt of his jeans, both of us staring down at the same spot, our heads almost touching. I watched him slide the buckle free and pop the buttons one by one. Then the jeans fell and he hooked his black boxer briefs down—#p#分页标题#e#
I swallowed as his cock came into view. A thick, long shaft with a perfect arrow-shaped head, soft curls of black hair around the root. It brushed my inner thigh and I melted inside as I felt the heat of it, the solid, loaded, weight of it.
He grabbed my naked hips and pulled me to the very edge of the workbench. As I slid forward, my knees had to open wider to pass his hips and I felt myself flower open.
He reached down between us, warm fingers stroking through the copper curls of hair and then over the lips of my sex—God, I was soaking. “I kept thinking about what you’d look like,” he told me, gazing down. “You’re perfect.”
I watched as he rolled the condom on and kicked his boots and jeans away. Then his hands were on my inner thighs, steadying me, and he was pressing forward….
I threw my head back as he touched me, the heat of him throbbing through me. He glided up and down my lips a few times and then drove in. My head came forward: I had to see, had to watch as his cock spread me, breached me—God—gliding up into me—
I clutched at his back, fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled me. My knees squeezed tight against his sides and for a few seconds we just stayed there, panting at the feeling. I ran my hands up and over his shoulders and down his chest, wanting to feel every inch of him, my fingers drawing oily marks on his chest. Every time I looked down and saw his muscled, tanned hips tight between mine, a new burst of heat exploded in my chest and sank down to my groin. I’d imagined this so many times but the reality was so, so much better.
Each perfect silken slide sent a new wave of silver pleasure rippling outward from my groin. His size stretched me just right, both of us catching our breath as he went deep. It was slow at first but the rhythm built quickly until he was slamming into me.
My legs rose and wrapped around him, my heels at the backs of his knees. With each thrust, tight waves of pleasure crashed outward and then contracted down into a glowing, white-hot center, quickly slipping out of control. My hands frantically searched his back, unable to get enough of him, sliding over every hard muscle from his shoulders all the way down to his tight, thrusting ass. I could feel myself rushing towards the edge….
His mouth came to my ear, lips nuzzling me before he said, “I dreamed about doing this,” he muttered, never slowing. “Looking into your eyes when you come.”
The accent, the words, the heat of his breath in my ear...all of it took me closer. And then he pulled his head back just enough to look into my eyes. When I saw the clear blue there and that hunger to watch me, it was too much: I let out a cry and shot over the edge, spasming around him. With two more hard thrusts he buried himself and I felt his ass contract as he shot inside me.
When I could breathe again, he lifted me and laid me gently down on the floor, knocking engine parts out of the way with his feet to clear a space. The concrete should have been shockingly cold but its coolness was exactly what our heated bodies needed. We cuddled and kissed, rolling around, getting filthy and not caring at all. We only stopped when I rolled on top and Carrick suddenly cursed and half sat up.
“What?” I asked in panic.
He dug under him, pulled a shining metal gear from under his ass and tossed it across the room. I laughed and, for the first time ever, I heard him laugh, too.
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Carrick
Annabelle’s eyes bulged as she gazed towards Ox. I’d never seen eyes so wide.
“Trust me,” I said under my breath. “It’s meant to be that big. He’s a big guy.”#p#分页标题#e#