Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(184)

“Thomas,” she whispered. “I need… I need you to…”

“Do this?” he finished for her, at the same time pulling out and pushing back in.

“Yes,” she cried. “Like that.”

She grabbed Thomas’s ass. Immediately he began to increase the speed of his hips. The bed started to creak beneath them as his rhythm got faster and faster.

Sasha’s whole body seemed to be swelling with pleasure. As Thomas thrust faster, little moans escaped from her throat. Then he got faster still and the moans became groans. She was galloping towards climax. Thomas was taking her there.

She stretched her arms up above her and gripped the pillow, twisting it up in her fists. Thomas didn’t need any guidance. He knew how to respond to her moans, to the pulsations inside of her. He was in complete control over her pleasure and she was in a haze of ecstasy. She knew he wasn’t going to make her come straight away, that he was going to draw it out until she was dazed with pleasure. She cried out.

Thomas turned the dial up another notch, increasing his speed and making Sasha gasp and swear under her breath. He began matching her noises with his own. The sounds just made it even better.

Faster still, Thomas plundered deep inside her. He was so hard she could feel his erection pressing against every bit of her. But he was still holding back, holding back a little bit so there was always more to give.

She began moaning, almost deliriously. She needed to come. Desperately.

“Thomas, please,” she moaned.

He didn’t need any more instruction. He thrust his hips, backwards, forwards, pounding against her hard and fast. Sasha felt her orgasm coming and arched her back, her mouth open ready to scream.

Thomas held her tightly against him. He didn’t let off the pace, thrusting and thrusting. Her head lolled back, the ecstasy so great she could hardly keep her body up.

She arched further still, her nipples erect. Thomas took one in his mouth and that was t, it was enough to push her over the point of no return.

Her climax started, bigger and bolder than any she’d ever known. The noise that came from her throat wasn’t a cry, or grunt, or groan, it was a scream. A full on scream of amazement, of pure, intense, complete wonderment.

Thomas’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He kept the pace up, waiting for the moment when her orgasm was complete. It seemed to be lasting and lasting.

“I can feel you coming,” he gasped in amazement. “It feels incredible.”

Sasha could hardly catch her breath. Waves of pleasure crashed through her with every tiny movement Thomas made. He wasn’t going to stop until she’d ridden the waves of her orgasm right to the last moment.

She shuddered as her climax began to fade. He slowed, following her lead. Then, at last, the movements stopped. Thomas stayed inside of her, and held her, his arm looped beneath her arched back. He moved it slowly so that she could lower herself down. She lay against the silk sheets, her cheeks flushed, her eyes twinkling.

“That was…”

“Shh,” Thomas said, stroking her face. “Just enjoy it.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tightly. She never wanted to let go. Every time she’d been with Thomas he’d given her something she never thought possible. Every orgasm was better than the last. Everything he did was new. He could always surprise her.

And she wanted to reciprocate. Right now.

His cock was still inside her and still rock hard. But the moment he moved off, Sasha rolled on top of him and straddled him.

“Sasha, you don’t have to yet. Just enjoy your afterglow.”

She held a finger to his lips. She wanted this. She wanted to make him come harder than he ever had before just like she did him. She wanted to be the one woman in Thomas Lloyd’s life he would never be able to forget.

She grabbed his cock tightly in her hands. Thomas immediately let out a noise. She lowered her body over his cock, taking it in as deeply as she could. Thomas immediately cried out. His eyes widened as he watched her, a woman transformed, possessed. She shoved him back, pinning his hands against the mattress, and thrust as hard as she could with her hips.

Thomas made a deep, animal noise from inside his chest. She ran her fingernails down his chest and he grabbed her ass tightly, pulling her into him.

“Let’s do it from behind,” Sasha said.

She moved off him and got onto all fours. She realized then that she could see her reflection in the full length mirror at the end of the room. She looked at Thomas. He looked at her. Then the thrusting began.

It was intense. Frenzied. A hurried, desperate crush. Body slamming against body. Sasha’s breasts bounced every time he crashed into her. Thomas held her by the hips as he rammed himself into her over and over again.