Tangled(41)

Gorgeous.

Slowly, she sinks down on me. For a moment, neither of us moves. Or breathes. She’s tight…fuck…even through the rubber, I feel her walls stretching for me.

I whisper her name, like a prayer. “Kate.”

I take her face in my hands and bring her down to me. I can’t not kiss her. She rises up, pulling me almost completely out before smoothly sliding down, taking me back inside.

Holy God.

Nothing has ever felt this good—nothing. My hands grasp her hips, helping her ride my cock with steady strokes. Our mouths are open against each other, kissing and panting.

I pull myself up to sit straighter, knowing the added pressure against her clit will make it better for her. And I’m not wrong. She comes down on me harder, faster, my hands digging into her hips. I kiss her neck and bend my head, licking my way to a hardened nipple. I take it in my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around, making her hand fist in my hair as she moans.

I’m not going to last. There’s no way. I’ve waited for this too long, wanted it too much. I brace my feet on the floor and start thrusting up, stabbing into her, pushing her hips down hard as I do. It’s bliss. Hard, deep, wet rapture, and I never want it to end.

She throws her head back and moans louder. “Yes…yes…Drew.”

I’m cursing and calling her name, both of us almost mindless. Out of control. Because it feels that fucking good.

She screams my name, and I know she’s coming.

God, I love her voice.

And then she’s contracting all around me—her pussy around my cock, her legs against my thighs, her hands on my shoulders—all clenching taut and stiff. And I’m right there with her.

“Kate, Kate…fuck…Kate.”

I thrust up again and again. Then I come long and hard. White-hot pleasure shoots through my body unlike anything I have ever felt before. My head falls against the back of the couch.

After the spasms die down, my arms come up around Kate, bringing our chests together and her head against my neck. I feel her heartbeat start to return to normal. And then she’s laughing, low and satisfied.

“God…that was so…so…”

Now I’m smiling too. “I know.”

Earth shattering. Off the Richter Scale. Powerful enough to take out a small island country.

I stroke my hand through her hair…so frigging soft. I lean down and kiss her again. So goddamn perfect.

What a great night. I think this could very well be the best night of my life. And it’s only just started.





Kate squeals as I stand up and carry her, wrapped around me, to my bedroom.

I’ve never brought a woman to my bedroom before. It’s a rule. No random hook-ups in my apartment—never even considered it. If one of those girls actually knew where I lived? Can you say Stalker Psycho, anyone?

But I don’t think twice about laying Kate down in the middle of my bed. She watches me, on her knees as I strip off my buttonless shirt and get rid of the used condom. Biting her lip with a smile, she peels off her own blouse that was still hanging on her arms. Oh yeah—and she’s still got her heels on.

Nice. So very, very nice.

I crawl over to her and rest on my knees in the center of the bed. I cradle her face in my hands as I kiss her long and hot. I’m all set to go again. My dick pokes her in the stomach where it stands firm and ready. But this round, I want to take my time. I’ve admired her body for months—and now I plan to explore every fucking inch of it, up close and personal.

I lean forward and lay her back. Kate’s hair fans out behind her onto my pillows. She looks like some mythical imp, some fabled pagan sex deity from a Roman legend.

Or a well-acted porno.

Her knees fall open naturally, and I settle between them. Christ…she’s already damp. I can feel how wet she is against my stomach when she pushes up and rubs against me. Silently begging for it—again.

I kiss my way down her neck and collarbone, coming face to face with her pebbled breasts. Kate’s hands knead my shoulder blades as I lick a circle around one dusky pink center. Her breathing’s fast and urgent. I flick my tongue over her nipple quickly until she groans my name.

The minute the word leaves her lips, I close my mouth over her and suckle hard. For a few minutes, I alternate licking, sucking, and scraping her pointy little peak. Her reaction is so frigging primal, I can’t help but switch to the other tit and give that beauty the same attention.

By the time I work my way lower, Kate is writhing under me, bucking and rubbing herself on any part of my body she can reach.

It’s shameless.

Beautiful.

And as badly as I want her right now, as goddamn good as it feels to have her grinding against me—I’m in complete control of what I’m doing. I’m in charge. And there’s one thing I can’t wait to do. Something I’ve fucking dreamed of doing ever since that night at Howie’s. I lick a trail down the center of her stomach, then crawl lower. I slip her shoes off and lick another path up her inner thigh till I’m eye level with my target: her neat patch of dark curls.