condom,” he said, pointing at the bed.
She turned and retrieved the little packet.
“Put it on me,” he rasped.
She faced him again and tore the wrapper, sliding out the thin latex ring. She moved close, grasping him in one hand and using the other to roll the condom on.
He closed his eyes and swore. “Lubricant. Fuck, I forgot it. Please tell me you still have some.”
She grinned and walked over to the desk by the TV and took out the small plastic tube of KY. Then she turned and tossed it to him. “I’m not getting my hands all sticky again.”
He caught the tube and hurriedly bent to snag his T-shirt, tucking it underneath his arm. With a shaking hand, he tore the lid off the lubricant and squeezed the clear gel into his hand. Then he smoothed it
over his sheathed cock, his movements slow but jerky. He tossed the tube aside then snatched his shirt from underneath his arm and wiped his hand. Throwing that aside, he reached for her, and she went willingly.
To her surprise, he curled his hands around her waist and lifted her up. “Put your legs around my waist,” he directed as he wrapped one strong arm around her.
When she’d done so, he reached between them with his free hand and positioned his cock between her legs. He arched his hips into her, sinking deep. Wrapping both arms around her waist, he held her tight against him.
He slid his hands underneath to grasp her ass. He lifted her up then allowed her to slide back down the length of his cock.
She threw back her head and closed her eyes. God, he was so deep, and she felt so vulnerable in this position. But that vulnerability only heightened the sensation of balancing on a razor’s edge.
His fingers dug into her ass as he bounced her up and down on his cock. When she opened her eyes to look at him again, his head was thrown back in a similar manner as hers had been. Ragged gasps spilled from his mouth and the muscles in his shoulders bulged and flexed from the strain of holding her.
She gripped his neck harder as he began walking forward, his cock buried deep, and the motion of his hips sending it deeper still.
Her back landed against the wall with a thud, and he lowered his head to her neck, sucking and kissing, his breaths coming explosively in her ear.
He rocked her against the wall, plunging deep, holding her captive against the hard surface. The rough texture abraded her back, and while each time he thrust forward she experienced an erotic thrill deep within her core, she was distracted by the awkward position.
“The bed,” she managed to gasp out. “The wall is killing me.”
His head came up, a look of apology in his eyes. He immediately backed away then held her tightly against him as he maneuvered to the bed.
Gently he eased her down, slipping from her body as her back came to rest on the mattress.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he brushed light kisses across her face.
She said nothing but reached for him, spreading her legs in invitation. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her thighs.
With less urgency than he’d displayed before, he used gentle fingers to part the slick folds. His thumb pressed to her clit and rotated in a circular motion, initiating a whole new sense of urgency in her gut.
His hips shimmied between her legs as he sought to spread her thighs wider. His fingers left her pussy and he cupped his hands around her ass, sliding them down the backs of her thighs. His cock nudged her entrance and slid forward so he was an inch or so inside her. For a moment, he flexed his hips, making short, shallow thrusts.
“Now who’s the tease?” she grumbled.
He moved just a little deeper. “Is this what you want?”
She wrapped her arms around him, sliding her hands down his flanks. Her fingers dug into him, urging him on.
“Please.”
“I love a woman who begs.”
“Smart ass.”
He grinned then closed his eyes and drove forward.
She gasped and arched into him, her cry stuck in her throat. His
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