My hand loweredto grasp his cock. He was hot and so hard when I squeezed, the flesh hardly gave at all. I rubbed my thumb over the tip, smearing precum.
He hissed.
“Is this okay?” I asked and stroked him slowly before cupping him below and gently teasing his balls.
“Let’s just … assume …” He couldn’t even finish mimicking my previous words because I moved my hand back to this shaft and stroked him faster. His eyes rolled back and he forgot what he was trying to say.
“Just wanted to be sure.” I grinned as I moved on top of him. I continued to stroke as I straddled him. My other hand pulled out a condom from the drawer I tucked away earlier.
“Kate, we really don’t have to—”
“Let’s pretend you went through all your arguments on why we should wait, and I won.” Then I stilled. “Unless you don’t want to of course, that sounded a little …”
His hips pivoted up. “I want to. Christ, yes. You won all arguments. The defense rests.”
“No rest for the wicked,” I said and shifted above him as he got the condom on. Watching him roll it on the incredible length of him made me shudder and clench in anticipation. He was so large and hard, but I had no doubt we would fit together just fine.
I leaned forward, bracing a hand on the headboard as I helped guide him.
“Ready?” he asked when he was just barely nudged at my entrance. His whole body was strained, the strong muscles of his neck and shoulders pulled tight.
I was more than ready. My body already tightened in anticipation to feel him deep within me. I didn’t think I would be able to come again, but then, I would have never thought I could enjoy being eaten out from behind either. Or finger-banged in a club with people nearby. Miraculous orgasming, not just in fiction anymore. They really did exist, care of one Charlie Downing.
Now it was my turn to relieve some of this poor man’s tension.
I answered by slowly lowering onto him. It was a long and luxurious journey. I dropped my forehead to his, and we clasped hands, sharing breaths and unbroken eye contact. When we were fully connected, we both sighed in breathy relief.
“You’re amazing. You feel—” He threw his head back and rocked up with a grunt.
We released hands so I could run my nails down his chest and clench around him. He gripped my ass again. He really was quite partial to it.
Without warning, Charlie flipped me onto my back and began pumping into me. God, the feel of him using me. His hard body covering every inch of me. His strength and patience.
I laughed without meaning to, my head shaking side to side. He opened his eyes to study me, slightly worried. His muscles were rigid as he hesitated.
“This is funny?” he asked.
“No. I’m sorry. I’m just—This is so good.” I arched up and groaned. “I think I’m punch-drunk on orgasms. But I really think I could come again.”
He laughed and dropped his head to my shoulder. “Okay. Good.” He ground out, intensely focused, “I can be amenable to that request.” He glided almost all the way out just to snap back in, and we gasped. He gripped the headboard, strong biceps and triceps, all the ’ceps, taut with raw strength. He thrust into me faster and faster, abs flexing in waves as his body worked so hard. My ankles hooked around his back, sliding as they tried to hang on to those rock-hard, glistening muscles. Every single inch of this man was magnificent.
“This is unreal,” I gasped out. “I’m so close.”
His free hand slid down my chest, squeezing my breast before lowering to caress my clit.
Stars exploded behind my eyes. I stopped breathing, mouth open in a silent scream. He stopped rocking to let me pulse the rest of my orgasm on him. When I finally came back to my body, I sucked in a breath. I brought my hands to my sweaty hairline.
“I feel like I might cry.” My lips trembled. “Oh my god, I really think I am crying.” Then I started to laugh. “Now, I’m laughing. You broke me.”
He moved again. “Kate,” he rasped. The headboard creaked under his hand, and his body was coiled so tight bullets would bounce off him.
I stopped laughing. I brought him closer to me and rubbed his face tenderly.
He never broke eye contact as he set his pace for the final sprint to the end. We were lost to each other. To the sensation of being fully connected. Moments later, he took his turn and pulsed into me with a guttural shout.
Eventually, after several more slow pumps, he pulled out and collapsed next to me.
“I really didn’t think I was going to last,” he said, staring at the ceiling.
