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The surreal, euphoric thought whispered through his swirling head a second before she hurried through the second door on the left.
“Welcome to my room,” she said, turning to him.
He had a brief second to take it in—a large bed covered in an aqua-green duvet and a truckload of pillows and cushions of various colors, a massive black dreamcatcher on one wall, a framed photograph of her skydiving, both thumbs up, grin wide and fearless, on the other wall—and then all that existed was Bria as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He kissed her back. Drove his throbbing cock harder to the firm plane of her stomach, grabbed her arse again, and kissed her back. A distant part of his mind reminded him he was waiting to learn if he was dying or not, that perhaps losing himself to the addictive pleasure of Bria wasn’t wise, but the rest of his mind told that part to fuck off.
If he was dying, he couldn’t think of anything better than amazing sex with an amazing woman. He could spend the rest of his life with her, and it wouldn’t be enough.
With a growl, he hauled her up off her feet without breaking their kiss. She locked her ankles at the base of his spine, growling back at him as he carried her in the direction of her bed. His shins bumped into its end, and he pulled his lips from hers. “Can I throw you on the bed? I’ve never thrown anyone onto a bed before.”
“Throw away,” she said, grinning.
He did.
She hit the mattress just as he lost his balance and toppled onto it, halting his awkward fall a second before he could face-plant into her stomach. She burst out laughing.
“Well, that didn’t go the way I wanted it to,” he grumbled, meeting her gaze.
“That was fucking sexy as all hell,” she declared, wriggling into a reclining position between his splayed arms. “I give you ten out of ten for enthusiasm and commitment.”
“And for style and execution?”
Devilish delight danced in her eyes. “Oh, definitely a four.”
He snorted and then shoved her thighs wide and swiped his tongue up the wet seam of her sex.
“Now that gets ten out of ten for execution,” she murmured, dragging her heels up his back.
He allowed himself a long second to drown in her juices, teasing her clit with his tongue, before rising up between her spread legs.
His cock—still as hard as it had been when she’d sheathed it in the condom—jutted upright, aching with anticipation.
“Hard and fast, remember,” she said, thrusting her hips upward, her breasts heaving.
Hard and fast.
He studied her. If he sank into her now, he’d be done for.
“I’m thinking,” he placed one knee on the bed beside her thigh, “I might do this first.”
Her breath caught. “What?”
He crawled up over her body until his lips drew level with her breasts. “This,” he whispered, holding her stare as he lowered his head and took her right nipple in his mouth.
He sucked.
She whimpered.
He sucked deeper, smoothing his palm up over her ribcage to her breast, rolling his tongue against the puckered form of her nipple.
“Oh God, that’s good,” she moaned, raking her nails over his back.
He surrendered to the carnal need her response awoke in him. Fell into it. Gave himself completely to the moment. To her.
She moaned again, her nails far from gentle on his back, her hips bucking. Moving his mouth to her other breast, he closed his lips around her nipple, sucking on it as he sought out her clit with his index finger.
“Fuck yeah,” she approved, ramming her hips upward. He slid his finger inside her, still feasting on her breast as he stroked the sweet spot within her warm, tight, wet walls.
