I keep at it until she is writhing against the wall, until her breath is broken, until her thighs are trying to close around my head and I hold them open because I’m not done with her yet.
Then she comes.
Hard.
Her whole body locks and shudders, one hand flying to the wall, the other tangled in my hair while my name breaks out of her like something dragged from deep in her chest.
That sound nearly makes me come in my jeans.
I stay there through it. Ease her down slow. Kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh while she shakes.
When I stand, she looks dazed. Boneless. Ruined in the prettiest way.
I kiss her mouth and let her taste herself on me.
That gets another sound out of her.
Filthy little thing. Sweet enough to rot a man from the inside.
I lift her and carry her the two steps back to the bed.
She makes a soft sound and clings to me harder, and that nearly does me in worse than anything else.
I lay her down carefully. She reaches for me right away, fingers catching first in the front of my cut, then in my Henley underneath, trying to pull me with her.
Needy.
Christ.
I strip my cut off and let it hit the floor. Then the Henley. Then everything else I can’t stand having between us another second.
Her eyes drag over me and go wider.
“Tank,” she whispers again.
“You keep saying my name like that, angel, and I’m gonna forget every decent thought I ever had.”
Color floods her cheeks.
I climb over her slowly, bracing my weight on my forearms so I do not crush her. She reaches down between us before I can stop her and wraps her hand around my cock.
I swear.
Hard.
Her eyes jump to mine.
I catch her wrist and pin it gently above her head, breathing rough.
“You keep doing that, and this is gonna get real ugly real fast.”
A startled, shaky laugh slips out of her.
Good.
I kiss her again and settle my weight more carefully between her thighs.
“This might hurt,” I tell her. “Just at first.”
