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As her body vibrated from the release, Christian untangled himself from her. She heard the rustling of clothes and then felt his heat again, behind her. Her eyes were closed, little orbs of light still flashing beyond the lids.
His lips skimmed slowly up each vertebra, keeping her shivering. His fingers brushed her hair over one shoulder when he reached her nape. He kissed that tender spot and Bayli wondered how long it’d be before she fell apart for him once more.
“I was right that you’d taste fantastic,” he murmured.
Christian’s mouth left her for but a moment. She heard him tear open a foil packet and then he was behind her again, sitting on bent legs. The head of his cock nudged her opening. His hands were on her hips and he guided them downward so she straddled his lap. She had to keep her thighs parted wide in order to accommodate him.
As he sank deeper into her, his hands skated up to her breasts. He palmed them and caressed with that dark insistency that got her all fired up—so easily. His mouth wreaked havoc on her nape while his fingers and thumbs rolled and pinched her nipples as she rode his cock, her hands still clutching the wrought iron before her.
This wasn’t at all a position she was used to. Bayli wasn’t overly experienced. But …
“Oh, God,” she muttered. She was surrounded by his heat and muscles. His wide shaft filled and stretched her. Her hips rocked and her inner walls clenched him. Little whimpers slipped from her lips. “You feel incredible inside me.”
“I love hearing you moan,” he whispered against her neck. “And the way you squeeze me so damn tight…” He hissed out a breath. “Fuck, Bayli. I’m so goddamn hot for you.”
Her pelvis undulated with his thrusts, but it wasn’t enough for Bayli. The tension and lust overwhelmed her, and she just wanted more and more of him.
She rose slightly off his lap and then came down hard, his cock slamming into her to the hilt, making them both groan. She sensed it was what they both needed as the pressure mounted between them, within her.
Bayli used her grip on the headboard to leverage an advantageous position and she bounced up and down, Christian’s cock sliding along her slick walls with a hint of friction from his size and his full, forceful thrusts that kept stride with her.
Erotic sounds leapt from her throat. Guttural moans she’d never heard from herself. They came from somewhere deep inside.
“Fuck me,” she said on a harsh breath. “Oh, God, Christian. Fuck me hard.”
She had to sate the desire clawing at her. The surging of her blood in her veins, the staccato pulse that echoed through her body.
“Shit. Bayli.” Christian’s voice was tight, strained, distant. “Christ.” He rose a bit off his knees, too, forcing her forward, giving him an even better angle to drive into her.
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes. Perfect. Don’t stop. Oh, my God, please don’t stop.” Bayli’s biceps flexed almost painfully as she held on to the headboard. “No one has ever fucked me like this. Don’t stop, Christian,” she repeated. Demanded. “Please just make me come.”
“Hard,” he said on a grunt. “So damn hard.” His hips bucked. He kept their bodies moving in perfect sync with each other, pushing them higher and higher.
Bayli couldn’t quiet herself. Her jagged breaths filled the small living space. Mingling with Christian’s own exertion as he stealthily shifted once more, planting a foot alongside her knee and then pumping into her with such vigor, Bayli wanted to scream for him to seriously never stop! But then she shattered.
“Christian!” she cried.
The inferno consumed her. Scorched her skin, her nerve endings, every hypersensitive piece of her.
She milked his cock and Christian erupted inside her, calling her name as his body convulsed and his dick throbbed deep in her pussy, prolonging her climax, the release going on and on while her heart continued to thunder.
And one thought flashed incessantly in her mind.
How the hell will I ever recover from this?
FIVE
Christian had certainly enjoyed moments of triumph in his lifetime, no lie there. He was good at reading signals, gauging potential opportunities, acting on instinct. Same as Rory.
This evening, when Christian had spied Bayli Styles at the party and had later learned she’d already met his best friend a few days earlier, there’d been a bit of kismet to get Christian’s adrenaline pumping, in addition to her gorgeous legs and unforgettable smile.
He’d sensed there was something significant about Bayli from the second he’d caught a glimpse of her. He had extrapolated that suspicion with each encounter. The limo ride. The sharing of secrets. The phenomenal sex.
No, she hadn’t had the best meeting with Rory—who’d vaguely mentioned that they hadn’t quite hit it off due to some mishap in the restaurant he didn’t elaborate on. But Christian had heard the intrigue in Rory’s voice, and he’d known this was still something to pursue.
Christian and Bayli returned to their kneeling position. He had his arms wrapped around her and she was pretty much sitting on his dick and it threatened to expand again within her warm, wet depths.
She was breathing heavily, her cheek pressed to the wrought iron she’d yet to relinquish. Thank God the bed faced an outer brick wall or they just might have brought every neighbor from the floors above and below them to the door.
