Page 26 of My Wild Biker

The sound she makes goes straight through me.

I work her slowly, taking my time, learning all over again what makes her gasp. My mouth on her breasts, my hands on her hips, thumbs tracing patterns on her stomach. She's moving against me, seeking friction, and I give it to her by rocking my hips up.

"Bedroom," she breathes.

"Here first."

I work her jeans open and slide my hand inside. She's already wet and when my fingers find her clit she gasps against my neck. I work her with steady pressure while my mouth stays on her breast, alternating between nipples, using teeth just enough to make her shake.

"Chuck, please."

"Please what, darlin'?"

"I need more."

I pull my hand back and she whimpers at the loss. Work her jeans down over her hips and she stands just long enough to kick them off along with her underwear. Then she's naked in my living room and I take a second just to look at her.

Soft curves, wide hips, thick thighs. Beautiful.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she says.

I strip fast and then pull her back into my lap. She positions herself above me and sinks down slow. We both groan as she takes me completely.

For a moment we just stay like that, connected, looking at each other. Her hands on my shoulders, mine on her hips. The living room is dim in the evening light and quiet except for our breathing.

Then she starts moving.

Slow at first, rolling her hips, finding a rhythm. I let her control it, watching her face, her body, the way her breasts move with each motion. My hands map her curves, sliding from her hips to her waist to her breasts and back down.

"God, you feel good," I tell her.

She smiles and picks up the pace. I meet her thrust for thrust, hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. The angle has me deep and she's making sounds that drive me crazy, little gasps and moans with every roll of her hips.

I slide one hand between us and find her clit. Press circles with my thumb and her rhythm falters.

"Don't stop," she gasps.

"Not planning on it."

I work her with steady pressure while she rides me, watching her climb higher. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her head falls back and I can feel her getting close, feel her tightening around me.

"Come on, darlin'. Let me feel it."

She breaks apart with a cry, her whole body shaking, and the sensation of her coming around me drags my own orgasm out. I thrust up hard and follow her over, groaning her name.

She collapses forward onto my chest and we breathe together, heartbeats gradually slowing.

"That was..." she starts.

"Yeah."

We stay like that for a while. Eventually she lifts her head and kisses me soft and thorough. "Bedroom now?"

"Good idea."

We make it to the bedroom and fall into bed together. She curls into my side and I pull the sheet over us and we lie there in the growing dark.

Around nine my phone buzzes on the nightstand.