Wolfe gripped the neck of the bottle. Prayed. His erection pushed painfully against his jeans, fighting to escape, and the room tilted as he struggled to fight the raw, bone-deep need to tumble her back and fuck her long and hard and well.
The sexual tension twisted a notch tighter. His skin broke out in a sweat. Still her gaze stayed glued to the screen, but he caught her thighs squeezing together as if trying to ease an ache. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip.
The dialogue in the movie slapped him in the face.
“I miss sex.”
“I miss sex, too.”
“I mean sometimes you just need it.”
“Why does it always have to come with complications?”
Nuns. Puppies. Babies crying. He dove for any type of images that would allow him a clean breath; a thought that wouldn’t strangle his dick with painful, wretched heat. Slowly, ever so slowly, her head turned. Those blue eyes caught and held his.
And it was done.
They both moved so fast, barely a second passed before she was on his lap, her mouth fused to his, her fingers tugging at his hair. His tongue plunged into her mouth, drinking in the sweetness he missed and craved, and her ass ground against his thighs in a frantic effort to get closer. His hands yanked down her tank, baring her breasts, cupping the heavy weight and rubbing her tight nipples. She groaned deep in her throat and he swallowed the sound, his tongue tangling with hers while she began pulling at the snap of his jeans, tugging the zipper down.
“Off,” she growled like a sexy tigress. “Now.”
“Trying. You feel so good, taste so good.” His hands were everywhere, greedy to touch her pale, silky skin, gorging on the scent of peaches and honey as his tongue continued its push and pull from her mouth. “Lift up.” She raised herself a few inches and he managed to get her pants off, taking her flimsy underwear with them. He hissed as the scent of her arousal hit his nostrils. “Can’t wait. Need you now.”
“Yes, yes,” she chanted, her legs parting wide. He helped her get the jeans over his hips and kicked to the ground. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, and he almost wept with gratitude that he’d gone commando today. She scratched at his shoulders, bit his neck, and wiggled madly to get closer. Her skin burned under his hands, and lust glazed his sight as he tried to drink her in, enjoy her open sexuality, the way she challenged and fought him at every step for more.
He gripped her thighs, lifted, and got ready to plunge.
Shit.
“Condom,” he croaked. She stroked him roughly from base to tip and a shudder wracked his body. “Where?”
Her curls spilled around her face and she blinked from a daze. “Don’t have any. Got mad at you so I threw them all out.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. You have any?”
A strangled laugh escaped. “Threw them away so I wouldn’t be tempted.” She kissed his mouth over and over, and his chest broke open, oozing out a rough mess of emotion. So loving and sweet and whole. “Sweetheart, gotta slow down. Gonna lose it.”
“Don’t need the condom. I’m on the pill for my period. I’m clean.”
He kissed her long and hard. “I just got tested, so I’m good. Are you sure?”
She squeezed his cock hard. “Does it look like I’m sure?”
“Yes. Hold on tight. You’re going on a ride.”
This time he didn’t pause as he lifted her high and pulled her down hard and fast onto his cock.
She cried out, closing her eyes, gritting her teeth. He panted for breath, the extraordinary feeling of being buried so deeply within her tight heat so good he wanted to weep. She pulsed and milked him with tiny grips, urging him for more. Leveraging his back against the cushions, he began to lift her up and down, each time slamming a bit harder, sliding an inch deeper. The barbell hit her clit with each slow drag, and he twisted his hips to hit her special spot that made her body clench and shiver all over. Oh yeah. So fucking good.
Her voice broke. “Gonna come. Oh, God, can’t wait.”
“Not yet. I’m not done with you.”
She arched for more, ready to get to climax, but he slowed the pace and the angle, refusing her. She groaned, bent over, and bit his shoulder. Hard.
“That’s right, baby. Give me all you got.”
“Bastard.” She dug her nails into his chest, rubbing her nipples against him, and clenched her thighs tight in an effort to get him to move faster. He punished her by pinching her nipples, then grabbing her ass to control her better.
She surrendered, whimpering, shuddering, and suddenly he was done with play.
Wolfe surged one last time.
She came hard, crying out his name as her body convulsed. He kept the intense pace until the last of her pleasure was wrung from her body. Rubbed her clit side to side with fast motions, spilling her into another hard orgasm. Then let go.
He came inside her, loving the feel of her on his bare skin, loving the feeling of being completely connected and part of her sweet little body without any barriers between them. She collapsed onto his lap, her arms tight around his shoulders, his dick buried deep in her cunt.
Wolfe closed his eyes and held her like the precious gift she was. Knowing he couldn’t fight it any longer. Not knowing what the answer was.
She opened one eye. “Still friends?”
He laughed, kissing her shoulder. “Definitely. Friends with benefits?”
“Yes. I don’t want to fight it. How about this? We take it day by day. If we want to have sex, we do. No questions asked.”
“I don’t want us to date or sleep with anyone else.”