Trade It All(58)

He dipped a hand into one of his pockets and pulled out a strip of condoms. They opened in an accordion-like fashion from his hand to the floor and his mouth curled with boyish charm. There were at least twenty on the strip. “Too much?” he joked.

Willa chuckled, then she let out a full laugh. Just like that her nervousness fell away. This was Lance. The real him, not the perfect version he presented to his family. He was still the best of what she’d always known about him, but funny, too. And sweet. Playful in a way she’d never imagined. As much as they were becoming lovers, they were also becoming friends. She pretended to count on her fingers. “For one night? Not nearly enough.” With a smile that could not be suppressed, she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it at him. It landed in front of him like a dare.

He slung the strip of condoms over his shoulder and made short work of his shoes and socks.

She did the same then undid her bra. The heat she saw flare in his eyes at the sight of her bare breasts increased her confidence. He took what looked like an involuntary step forward when she unfastened the top of her pants.

She considered taking off each of the remaining articles of clothing one at a time, but instead stepped out of both. She stood naked before him, barely breathing, feeling the caress of his gaze as surely as if he’d been touching her.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he said huskily as he closed the distance between them. His mouth closed on hers, and Willa was lost to the desire that rocketed through him. This. This has been what I’ve been waiting for. To come alive beneath a man’s touch. To feel the kind of passion people write songs about.

She vaguely remembered ripping at his belt to release him. She wasn’t sure if she finished the job or he did. His tongue was bold and demanding, plunging into her mouth and pulling her into an intimate dance she instinctively knew every step to.

When his freed cock nudged against her stomach, it should have been too much, too fast, but it was the opposite. Her hands couldn’t get enough of him. She dug her fingers into the muscles of his back, found his hard, rounded ass, and reveled at the promise of power.

He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. He teased with an expertise that sent her over the edge. Although she could tell he was trying to take his time, she didn’t want him to. She was out of her mind and wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Wild. She sunk to her knees and took him deep into her mouth. He groaned and dug his hands into the hair on the back of her head.

He was big, so big, and the taste of him was like coming home. She sucked him deeper, harder, until he roughly pulled her back to her feet.

He opened a foil package and slid a condom on his large shaft before turning his attention back to her. His mouth found hers again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and slid her down his chest until her sex was just about at the tip of his cock. He raised and lowered her, sliding himself deeper within her folds until he was caressing her clit with his length.

Willa wrapped her legs around his waist and opened herself wider to him. He shifted and plunged inside her with one powerful thrust that had her crying out in an animalistic way. He stepped forward until her back was against the wall of the foyer. This was no longer a gentle taking, it was a wild mating. He thrust up and into her powerfully while fucking her mouth with his tongue. She clung to him, greedy to take him deeper into her, to be filled by him.

He adjusted her so she arched backward over his arm, and he suckled at her breast while continuing to pound into her. A fire, unlike any she’d ever felt, seared through her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and came with a cry. He didn’t break stride, but her pleasure drove him even more out of control. His hands bit into her and the power of his thrust was so good it almost hurt.

She writhed against him, kissing every part of him she could reach with her mouth. The taste of him, the feel of him, was so much better than she’d imagined. She felt herself rising toward her second climax and this time told him.

His pace increased, and she was back against the wall to be fucked like both of their lives depended on it, and in that moment it felt as if hers did.

He came with a groan but kept moving deeply as she gave herself over to her second orgasm. Still joined, sweaty and shaking, they tried to catch their breath. He kissed her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I meant to—”

“Shut up,” she growled, pulling his head up by his hair. “It was perfect.”

As she realized how blunt she’d been, she blushed, but he caught her chin with one hand before she could turn away in embarrassment. “Yes, it was.” The kiss he gave her was every bit as passionate as what they’d just done.