They fell onto the bed, locked together.
Half on, half off the bed, with Thea’s slender body pinned under him, he found a scrap of brainpower. “Too heavy?”
She pulled him back down in a silent answer that was fine with him. His cock pushing into the juncture of her thighs, he ground into her.
“David!” Thea’s back came off the sheets, her pupils so dilated he could barely see her irises.
David kissed her neck, one hand on the sensitive flesh of her right breast. Squeezing the exquisitely shaped mound, he almost came when she gave a little scream and rose up against him. Barely able to keep it together, he reached for the button on her jeans, managed to get it open between increasingly frantic kisses, lowered her zipper.
It took considerable willpower to force himself off her, but the idea of having her nude beneath him was a no-fail incentive. Kissing the concave plane of her stomach, he gripped the waistband of her jeans and pulled. She lifted up her hips to help him, and the denim was on the floor seconds later.
“Oh, fuck.” She was wearing pink panties—two bits of lace with string on the sides.
“David?”
Dropping to his knees between her thighs, he pulled her to him with a grip under her thighs and licked her through her panties. She was so wet the lace was already sticking to her. His tongue turned the material transparent, made a strangled cry escape her throat, her thighs quivering in his hold.
“Oh, fuck,” he said again when he realized she was totally bare down there.
Hooking his fingers in the sides of her panties, he tugged them down, got halfway, and had to lean forward to kiss the plump folds between her thighs, his hands keeping her spread for his greedy licks. Thea screamed his name again and something exploded in his brain. Ripping off the panties with one hand as he continued to kiss and suck at her, the taste of her an addiction, he tore at the fly of his jeans.
It was the crackle of the gum wrapper he’d thrust in his pocket earlier that day that reminded him he couldn’t just shove into her. He didn’t have that right. Sucking hard on her clit, he slid a finger into her. She came against his mouth, thighs rigid.
“Yes, Thea, just like that,” he said, voice hoarse, and licked her through it, the taste of her tart and erotic.
Only getting to his feet when she went limp, he somehow got himself to the bedside drawer and grabbed protection. His cock pounding hot and thick with his heartbeat, he kicked off his boots and socks as he got between her legs again, shoved down his jeans and underwear, then kicked them aside.
Thea watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips swollen from their kisses, her nipples a luscious brown and tightly furled. She sank her teeth into her lower lip when he began to put on the condom, moving her pelvis in a rolling motion that had him a second from coming. It was all the invitation he needed. Grabbing her under her thighs, he pulled her up toward him and thrust into her in a single powerful stroke.
Thea had just had the hardest orgasm of her life, didn’t think anything could top it. Then David slammed into her and her nerve endings sizzled to electric life. His cock felt even thicker than it looked, until she wasn’t certain her body could handle it. When he drew back, scraping against her sensitized tissues, a shuddering scream rippled out of her.
It had nothing to do with pain, everything to do with pure pleasure.
Unable to grab him with her hands in this position, she wrapped her legs around him and, hands fisted in the sheets, lifted her lower body up toward him. His hands squeezed her thighs where he held her, his shoulders rigid with muscle, his biceps defined and his jaw clenched as he thrust back in—oh, but it felt good—then pulled out again.
Thea tried to follow him, cried out in frustration when he pulled out all the way. He pounded back in a heartbeat later, and this time, there was no rhythm. It was hard, deep, on the edge of brutal, and it was perfect. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, the single word a mantra that cut off only when he braced his hands on the bed on either side of her and bent down to kiss her without ever stopping the way he was fucking her.
“Thea.” A harsh groan, his body going stiff over her.
He thrust one last time and that was it; the orgasm blindsided her, spots dancing in front of her eyes.
Chapter 8
David wasn’t sure he was still alive. Pulling out of Thea, her moan husky, he staggered to the bathroom and got rid of the condom. When he came back into the bedroom, it was to see Thea hadn’t moved from the position in which he’d left her, her thighs spread and her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
His recently satisfied cock twitched.
Lifting her body against his chest with arms that trembled, he placed her fully on the bed, then came down on top of her. He claimed a kiss that she reciprocated lazily, then he nuzzled her throat, went to pet her breast. She closed her hand over his wrist when he squeezed.