Page 71 of Rush

He grins. “Babe, when two people want each other as much as we do, there’s no way the sex can be bad. It’s going to be hot.” A kiss. “And explosive.” A second kiss. “And it’ll feel so very fucking good.”

The third time he kisses me, I keep him there, kissing him back hard, sucking on his tongue.

My hands are still pinned to the bed. He starts to thrust against me. That big, hard cock pressing against my clit through his jeans and mine, driving me wild.

“I want you,” I whisper to him.

“And I want you, babe. Now, tell me how you want me to make you come.”

“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”

He grins wickedly, the promise of something amazing glittering in his eyes.

He releases my hands. His go to the button on my jeans. He drags down the zipper. The sound is loud in the quiet of my room, like a needle scratching a record.

He starts to pull my jeans down. I lift my butt, giving him easier access.

My jeans are off.

And I’m in just my panties. He leans down and presses a hot, wet kiss against my clit through the fabric of my panties, making me moan.

“You’re soaked,” he groans, his finger drawing a line from my pussy to my clit.

His fingers hook into the elastic of my panties, and he pulls them down my legs. Then, I’m completely naked for the first time in front of him.

He’s kneeling at the bottom of the bed, eyes on me. His cock straining against the restraint of his jeans. He grabs his dick with his hand and squeezes. My mouth waters.

I’m not self-conscious about my body. Yoga keeps me fit. But, even if I were…the way he’s looking at me right now would take any doubts away.

He’s watching me like he’s starving, and I’m his next meal.

“So fucking beautiful.” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

The praise in his words and his eyes light me up inside.

He climbs back up the bed, hands pushing my thighs apart. He leans down, face close to where I want him most, and he gently blows air onto my pussy. The sensation of the cold against my hot, aching clit is thrilling.

I want him so badly.

His eyes lift to mine. “I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he growls. Then, he covers my pussy with his mouth and pushes a finger inside me.

I nearly come up off the bed, but he holds me down with his other hand.

He licks and sucks while he fucks me with his finger, driving me wild.

“Play with your tits.”

His hoarse order has me obeying immediately. I roll my nipples between my fingers, moaning when he slides another finger inside me, two now, and sucks hard on my clit.

I’m not going to last much longer. It’s been too long.

I want to move my hips, but his grip won’t permit it.

He’s in control here, and he’s making sure I know it.

I feel the rise of my orgasm climbing. My toes curl into the bed. One hand leaves my breast, going to his head between my legs, fingers tangling in the dark strands. “Yes,” I chant. “Yes…right there, Ares. Don’t stop—fuck!” My eyes roll back into my head as the most intense orgasm of my life hits and keeps going…and going.

Ares doesn’t stop until I’m lax in my bed, and even then, his fingers stay inside me, slowly working me.