I’ve never felt so powerful or satisfied by giving a woman what she needs. She collapses down on top of me and I hold her tight.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chants.
Smiling, I bury my face against her neck, trying to ignore that my cock is still throbbing inside of her. She needs a minute.
Or apparently not.
“Your turn,” she whispers.
“You can take it?” I ask, smoothing her damp hair off her face.
“What do you think?” She arches her brow and gives me a willful look.
I roll us to our sides, pull out of her, and check the condom. All good.
“I think I want to look at that perfect ass of yours. I’m taking you from behind.”
“Mmm,” she moans.
She submits as I roll her to her stomach, grasp and angle her hips up with one hand, and ease her legs apart with the other.
Once I’m on my knees I take a moment to rub my hands over her ass while my cock presses against her.
She spreads her legs farther apart and rocks her hips up higher to welcome me. I don’t need to be invited twice.
“You ready, baby? This is going to be hard and deep.”
“So ready,” she whispers.
I start slow, one hand balancing me on the mattress as I lean over her, the other guiding my cock inside.
“You’re so wet,” I groan once I’ve filled her.
“Thanks to you,” she says with a sharp breath.
I begin to move, slow at first until we adjust to each other, then harder as I pull her tight against me. I slip a hand under her to tease her nipple and then trail my fingers down to stroke her.
Her filthy mouth takes off again, and it just gets me more worked up.
It isn’t long before my hands grip her shoulders as I take her full force. We’re both slick with sweat and I rake my teeth against her neck and growl as I get close to my edge.
“Too much?” I gasp as her body snaps forward with each thrust.
“Never.”
She moves under me like she dances, every undulation leading me, calling me to her. I rise higher and take her hips in my hands, blind with lust as every nerve ending sizzles, with my final thrust I roar.
I barely remember how I ended up flat on my back with Elle in my arms. All I know is that I’ve never been more spent or satisfied.
“How’d I get here?” I groan, only half joking.
“You sort of passed out. I had to roll you over.” Leaning over, she grabs a water bottle off the nightstand and offers it to me. I lift up and take a few swigs.
“Where’d you get that?”
“From the kitchen. I made a run after I used the bathroom.”
My mouth falls open. “Holy hell, I did pass out.”
She grins. “Well it’s no wonder. I’m going to call you Beast Boy from now on.”
“Filthy Mouth and Beast Boy . . . we make a fine pair,” I murmur.
“A very fine pair,” she whispers before turning off the light and settling back down into my arms.
I vaguely remember kissing her on the forehead and pulling her closer before sleep takes me again.
Chapter Twenty
FACE TO FACE
“You smell like sex.”
I’m pulled out of the depths of sleep and I blink several times.
“What?” I ask as I rub my eyes.
She trails kisses across my chest and give me a lazy smile. “You smell like sex.”
I chuckle. “Well, it’s no wonder.” I lean into her. “You do too.”
Grinning, she eases her folded leg over my thigh. “I know. Isn’t it glorious? The best smell ever!”
“Well, it’s distinct.” I blink again, noticing how dim the light is in the room. “What time is it anyway?”
“Five-thirty.”
“In the morning?”
“Yes, you’ve been sleeping like a bear. It’s no wonder you have no sense of the time.”
“Haven’t you been sleeping?”
“Not a wink. I’m too excited!”
“What about?”
“Sex!”
This woman.
I bite back my smile. “What about sex?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Now that I’ve got the best lover of my life, I’m imagining all the sex ahead of us. I was making a list in my mind of all the things I want to try. As a matter of fact, there’s a sex show coming up at the Convention Center and I thought we could go and see all the latest stuff.”
Stuff?
“Oh really?”
She nods with a sincere look. “Yeah, that’s where Stella got the crotchless sex swing. They had the part where it hooks up installed over their mattress in their bedroom.”
What the hell?
“Stella has a crotchless swing over their bed? I wonder if it’s got that sparkly shit on it?”
She laughs. “Ha! Probably.”
I point up to her light fixture. “Wouldn’t hanging a swing over your bed conflict with your heavy-ass Venetian light fixture?”
She taps her fingers on her chin. “Good point. Well, we could hang it in the guestroom.”
I’m tempted to ask her how it works but I don’t want to give her a false sense of encouragement. I may be a beast in bed but I don’t do crotchless swings.
She runs her hand down my thigh. “Speaking of crotchless, do you have any chaps?”
I’m starting to get concerned. Why is everything starting to sound like a bad theatrical production?
“Leather chaps?” I ask to check her level of sincerity.
She nods.
“No, my leather chaps got messed up when I tried washing them. All the fringe started coming off.”
She purses her lips. “Hey, are you making fun of me?”
“Maybe just a little bit.”
She play pouts, pulling the sheet up to cover herself, and folds her arms over her chest.
“I don’t like it when you make fun of me . . . especially when I’m so excited about something.”
I lift up on my elbow and gaze down at her. “Aww, don’t be mad at me, Elle. The chaps thing just took me by surprise.”
All of this reminds me of when she wanted me to dress up as a construction worker. “Hey, have you read any cowboy erotica?”
She nods. “Montana Bound is one of my favorite BDSM series.”
I purse my lips together. “I see. And the cowboy . . .”
“Rusty,” she fills in.
“Rusty wore chaps?”
“He wore them a lot, although it was only in the bedroom where he wore them without jeans underneath.”
“Right, right. That’s where the crotchless part comes in.” I purse my lips together and try to imagine how such a scene would play out. “I have cowboy boots,” I offer.
She smiles. “Well, that’s a start.”
I run my hand over her shoulder and down her arm. “I’m not really a dress- up kind of guy. Other than appreciating a woman in beautiful lingerie, I really prefer naked sex without a lot of gadgets.”
“You don’t think that’s boring?”
I push back from her, my eyes wide with surprise. “Boring? Were you bored earlier?”
“You know I wasn’t. I’ve never been more excited.”
“Me neither. Just remembering it is getting me excited again.”
She takes her hand and slides it down until I feel her fingers wrap around me. My cock pulses in response and she moans.
I press my lips against her cheek. “You turn me on so much.” I ease her sheet down to her waist, kissing her across her shoulder and up her neck as my hand cups her breast.
She runs her fingers up and down my cock. “You have no idea what hearing that does to me.”
“And we don’t need a swing, baby.” “Yeah?”
“All I need is you.”
As we lie together we touch each other slowly in the quiet light of dawn. I gently brush her hair to the side so I can caress her cheek. When our lips meet and we kiss it feels different, like we’re even more connected. Not that I’m surprised, but it means a lot that I’m sensing it so strongly from her.