I can feel the music in our bodies. My veins sing, lungs full of fire, begging him to fill me. I want to overflow with his seed.
My pussy starts clenching on his dick just as a lower, rougher growl pours from his throat. The next few thrusts are dynamite. Explosions pick my muscles up and slam me down – or else it's just the incredible clap of his skin on mine as he slams himself into me at breakneck speed.
I can't feel my fingers. I'm probably scratching raw lines down his muscular back, but there's no sign he cares. If anything, it's edging him on.
I'm coming before he grabs my ass, pulls me up onto his cock, and impales me on his fullness. That's when I feel him swelling, holding himself against my womb as his tip balloons.
“Fuck, Claire – fucking come with me!”
I have to bury my face in his shoulder before orgasm beats me blind and stupid. It's all I can do not to scream so loud it'll echo through the house. Ty's shaft throbs deep inside me, and he holds me down while thick magma jets burst inside me, deeper than ever, completely flooding my depths.
We're fucking and rocking and coming for a small eternity. I swear our bodies match the rolling Pacific behind the house.
Hungry. Roaring. Insatiable.
His muscles flex around me like never before. It would take a bomb to break us apart. We're glued together as molten come pumps into me, pumps deep, pumps for what feels like forever.
He doesn't stop growling. It's a steady hum, a mantra rooted in his ecstasy, a sound I'll remember on my deathbed. I'll never get tired of hearing this thunder.
I'm already missing it when the pleasurable hurricane washing over us fades. Baser sensations return to the numbness pooling in my toes, and it rolls up my body. I'm going to hurt like hell tomorrow.
I'll probably be sore, inside and out, but it's not like it stops me from wanting more. I bring my lips to his and bury myself in a long, wet kiss.
His lips taste sweet, full, and addictive. Okay, now I'm in really big trouble.
What the hell are we going to do? The deed's done, and I hope to God it's not the last time. But if he really has to leave before the end of the summer, that means I'll lose these monstrous muscles wrapped around me.
His hands help me settle on the bed. Slowly, he pulls out, climbs over my legs, and flops down. I lay on his chest, just savoring his heartbeat, trying to quiet all the hateful worries flooding my head.#p#分页标题#e#
“That was so good, Ty. Better than anything I imagined.” My voice purrs faintly, robbed of its energy by our sex. I like it.
“Good. We'd both be in trouble if I disappointed a fucking virgin.” He smiles. “You rocked my world too, in case you're wondering. It doesn't take mad skills to get me off. Long as you look half as pretty as you do now, I'm gonna need to rub balm on my dick or some shit before the summer's out.”
The joke's so crude and ridiculous it makes me laugh. I roll my fingers down his chest, fixing them around the tiger's black eyes staring out through his muscle.
“Okay, what's the deal with the cat? Did you eat too many Frosted Flakes as a kid, or what?”
He slaps me on the ass. I yelp, shocked, but quickly return his soft smile when I hear him chuckling.
“That's my latest and greatest, babe. Probably got room for a few more, but this one will be hard to beat.” He stares at the ceiling, as if he's taking a long journey through time and space. “I had it done a couple years ago, right after I got back from India. I pretended to give a shit about Spree's new market so I could tag along. Soon as I was off the plane, I slipped out and explored. Ended up having tea with this shaman, who did some mystic reading and told me this was my spirit animal. I thought he was full of shit 'til I saw the cat staring at us out his window.”
“No way!” I slap his chest, wondering if he's just jerking me around. Then again, I guess we already did plenty of that.
“No bullshit. That big, beautiful bastard came right up to the window and showed his teeth. Man eating tiger, stripes and all. He looked right at me. The old guru just shrugged like he was expecting the thing to come in and drop off a package. The sly smile on that fucker's face trumped my doubts.”
Flashing him a mischievous smile, I slide my hand lower, resting on his tight packed abs. “Oh? I thought you told me you weren't the superstitious type?”
“No, not really. Shit, I'll leave the door open to anything, even a little crack. This world's a strange place. Besides, I'll say anything if it gets me more of this pussy, babe.” He preempts my slow, plodding circuit to his dick by pushing his hand between my legs and finding my clit. “I'm not just saying that to be an ass. I'm hooked. I dunno about nirvana beyond this world, but the pink between your legs is as close to heaven as I'm gonna get.”