Power and Possession(54)
“You probably shouldn’t say that.”
“I just did.”
A soft smile curved his lips. “Good to know. But I’m guessing I’m on the clock right now.”
“If you don’t mind.”
He laughed. “So polite, tiger. You must really want it.”
“You’re fucking addictive. What can I say?” She slid her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips again. “Show me,” she whispered. “I’ll let you know if I like it.”
Not an invitation any man with a heartbeat could refuse.
Quickly sliding a hand under her ass, slipped his other hand under her soft bottom, tightened his grip and rammed home in one hard downstroke.
She sucked in her breath.
“Okay?”
She held his gaze and nodded.
“Let me know if you want to come up for air.” His fingers pressed into her soft bottom, his hips swung forward, and, firmly securing his hold on her ass, he began to move in a wild, unrestrained rhythm, ignoring all the posted speed limits, driving through the stop signs, pounding into Nicole’s tight, creamy sex with his full and undivided attention. Each thrust ended in his grunt, her gasp, as he rode her faster and faster, her heels digging into his butt, straining to pull him in, while he shoved in so far his dick damn near bent on impact. But most of the blood in his body was making sure his dick stayed in the game, so there was no way he was going to stop over a few jarring jolts.
He was relentless.
She was quivering, and shuddering under his hands, desperate, spiraling out of control.
Seriously enthusiastic, he impudently thought, just before her teeth sank into his shoulder. He swore, hauled her hard into his dick, said through his teeth, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” and put every hard ass muscle in his big body into his next powerful thrust.
She didn’t seem to notice, or she noticed and liked it. Not that he gave a shit when he was getting close to blazing out. They were both wound up, switched on, pumping and grinding until their skin was slippery with sweat, their breathing labored, a mindless lust burning away reason.
“Now, now, now,” she screamed, eyes closed, throwing her head from side to side, clawing at his shoulders.
He went still; his mouth went tight. “Tell me my name, goddamn it.”
“Rafe, Rafe, Rafe!” A high, frantic cry, her nails scoring his skin.
His smile was instant. “I’m here, baby—lemme take you home.” Plunging back in, he felt her climax begin to flutter up his dick, and holding himself deep inside her, swelled bigger as her tight pussy clasped and quivered around him in her frenzied rush to the finish. He waited a second, two, a polite third while the first hot orgasmic wave crashed through her body, then he joined her, coming hard, pouring into her, staking his claim in a way he would have found incomprehensible just hours ago. Softly whimpering, she arched up into his thick, rigid length, taking him into the very depth of her sweet, lush body. And he repaid the breathtaking rush of pleasure by prolonging the rapture for long, endless, heart-thudding moments.
The silent aftermath stretched out in a haze of sexual intoxication, a warm, powerful satisfaction curling through their bodies, the activity of the world briefly suspended. Only their breathing breaking the silence.
Nicole came up for air first. “I know who you are,” she whispered, dropping her legs on the bed.
Rafe pried his eyes open and relaxed his grip on her bottom. “Sorry about that.”
“I like that it matters.”
He grunted.
She grinned. “Postorgasmic sanity?”
“Dunno.” He dropped his head, kissed her lightly, and rolled away. “You feel good, that’s all I know.”
“So I won’t be getting an engagement ring?”
He looked at her, unsmiling. “Fucking cute.”
“Like your question,” she said with a lift of her brows.
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “I’m not talking about this.” Rolling up into a sitting position, he grabbed two towels, tossed one at Nicole, and began wiping up.
“I have a novice question.”
His hands went still; his whole body tensed.
“Jeez, you’re jumpy. I guess you don’t get asked about engagement rings every day.”
He gave his dick a last wipe. “No,” he said, dropping the towel on the floor.
“I didn’t think so.” She smiled. “Stop scowling. My question is about something else. Was that what you call rough sex?”
He chuckled. “Not if you have to ask.” He’d walked a fine line; no point scaring her off the first night.
“Sorry I bit you.”
“I’ll live. Feel like a shower?”