Page 72 of Burning For You

It felt that way to him. Made him want a second one on top of it.

He stood up, undid his jeans and dropped them down, his cock springing free.

When he looked up to get the condom, it was right in front of him, Skye’s hand out holding the foil-covered protection, but her eyes were on where he was going to put it.

The fingers on her other hand reached out to touch him. Just a feather light caress over his tip, down the length of him.

All it did was make him rush to get that condom on, then get into position.

She didn’t inch up on the bed and he didn’t have time to instruct her to.

Maybe she didn’t want him to either. Not with the way she lifted her legs back up as if this was some routine they’d practiced for ages.

He grabbed her legs, wrapped them around his hips, hoisted her a little higher. Her back arched, but the two of them lined up perfectly.

The slide in wasn’t as smooth as he would have liked. But not as tight as he had feared.

And once he was fully embedded, his body wanted to sing out in joy.

Then it wanted to slam into her again and again. To send that bed rocking and their bodies cresting.

Not until he got her there again though.

His thumb landed on her little bud of pleasure again, rotated around several times while he kept his knees locked in place. It was the only thing keeping him still for the moment.

“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight I’m going to come without moving.”

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed. “Not yet.”

“I’ll get you there,” he gritted out. But he wasn’t sure how the fuck that might happen before he blew his load.

He was rubbing hard. Rubbing faster.

Her eyes were shut, her head was back, she was even grinding against him now.

He pinched her. Gave her a bit of pain and that was all it took.

“Ash! Oh God, Ash!”

He was holding her hips, slamming into her, coming and coming hard.

Everything he had, everything that had built up was breaking free. And it was... freeing.

His body gave out.

He almost fell to his knees, but let gravity take over and have him land on the bed, turning her at the last minute so she was on his chest.

“God and Ash in the same sentence sure does have a nice ring to it.”

His hand was running down her back, her bra still on. They hadn’t gotten to that.

He hadn’t even thought of it until just now when his thumb grazed it.

“Maybe next time I can get you to say God and Skye in the same sentence.”

“I’d like to hold you to that, as long as you don’t think it’s a promise.”

“Oh, I’ll promise that,” she said, grinning against his chest, then kissing it.