She shook her head, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. “I didn’t need any time.”
“No,” I laughed breathlessly. “I guess you didn’t.”
Mazzy braced her hands on my shoulders, her breath shuddering against my mouth. Then she rocked, one slow, taunting grind that nearly took me out. I groaned, fingers tightening on her hips.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I rasped.
She shook her head, a teasing smile tilting her puffy lips. “I was testing the structural integrity of this bed.”
“Forget about the bed, baby.” I slid my hands down to cup her ass and lifted her an inch, letting her feel me slip out just enough to make her gasp. “I was built just for you. Do what you need. I’ve got you.”
She laughed, soft and breathless, and dropped back down, taking me deep again. “What if I unravel you? I kind of want that.”
“Oh, I’m way past unraveled.” I guided her up and down, quick little bounces that made her moan and her inner walls clutch at me. She was tight, hot, so damn eager, and every time she moved, slick and sure, I got closer to losing it.
Mazzy pushed her forehead against mine, panting. “You feel insane, Ben.”
“That’s you,” I said, voice breaking as she rolled her hips in a tight circle. “You’re doing that to me.”
She did it again, sharper, grinding down like she knew exactly where it gutted me. I hissed and grabbed her waist, trying to hold her still, but she wriggled out of my grip and went harder, fucking me into the mattress with abandon. Her tits bounced, the lace barely cupping them anymore. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and if I’d been able to move, I would have stuffed my mouth full of them. But all I could do was watch and let her have her way.
It was all Iwantedto do.
I faced down stone-carved giants on a regular basis, but this woman, with her thick thighs, tumbling mahogany hair, and soft, creamy arms, was going to be the one to take me out.
“Mazzy,” I warned, “you keep going like that and I’m gonna—”
“Good.” She kissed me, quick and messy. “Come with me.”
Then she rode me, fast, hungry. The slap of our bodies filled the room, her nails digging into my shoulders as she chased her release, dragging mine right along with it. My vision blurred. My breath shattered. She fell apart in my arms with a trembling cry, and the second she clenched around me, I came hard, groaning into her shoulder, everything in me snapping loose.
She sagged against my chest, and we stayed like that for a while. Laughing with borrowed breath, dragging trails along each other's skin, calming from the storm we’d just created.
Eventually, I pulled out of her so I could remove the condom and toss it aside, but kept her firmly in my arms. She sighed as I combed my fingers through her silky hair. I loved her hair. It was the first thing I’d noticed about her and still one of my favorite parts.
“If we have another kid, I want them to have your hair,” I murmured mindlessly.
“I don’t know. Your curls are pretty damn cute on a tiny person.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “Gotta agree there. I still want to see a kid who looks like you.”
“Maybe one day.” She rubbed her face on my chest. “Isn’t there some rule against talking about having kids when the relationship is brand new?”
“Could be.” I slid my fingers to the end of her hair. “But we’re rebels, me and you. We do things all out of order. It works for us.”
She laughed. “I don’t think we can say anything works for us when you only just declared me as your girlfriend in the lobby.”
“Shit, yeah.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “For a second, I forgot I needed to annihilate Murphy. Thanks for reminding me.”
“Shut up, Ben.” Her teeth sank into my pec, giving it a love bite. “I have a feeling that man flirts with every woman who comes anywhere near him. Besides, you already pounded your chest and staked your claim on me. I think he got the very unsubtle hint.”
I shifted to look down at her face. “Did you have a problem with that?”
She propped her head up to meet my gaze. “I’m lying on you almost naked. I think it’s pretty clear I didn’t have a problem with it.”
I slipped my thumb under the strap of her lingerie. “This is mine, right?”
“I don’t think it’ll fit you, but you’d probably look incredible in lace. Maybe we can find one your size.”
