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“Don’t stop?”
“Please, Acton.” I tugged on his hair and was rewarded with his lips pressed to mine as he swung me into his arms and walked us over to a pasha-like pile of wide pillows.
I sank into the nest he created as he passed me a glass of bubbling champagne. His gaze darkened impossibly as he passed me the cold crystal. “Drink?”
“Didn’t I say not to stop?” I grumbled, taking a small sip, then another. Liquid honeysuckle trickled down my throat and I sighed, then it hit me. “This is Mo?t.” I didn’t have to questionthat; the soft bubbles that burst in my mouth were my favorite, and I’d had it on a few rare special occasions in my life.
“It is.” He sipped from his glass and carefully put it down on a small stand. I passed him mine and he shelved that one too. “Floss—” His voice strained, roughening at the edges as he caught my hand and knelt at my side.
He never got further in whatever speech he had planned because I was too impatient. Rising on my elbows, I tipped my head back and arced up as he leaned down. Our mouths met in a crash of kisses and wild emotions. Hands caught as we tugged at each other’s clothes in a flurry of need until skin pressed to skin and he eased his way between my legs.
If I thought Acton looked good in a shirt, he was a god without it. Wide shoulders were framed with just the right amount of muscle; hard, flat planes that spoke of strength and commitment without being overly bulky. I ran my fingers along his chest, scraping my nails lightly over his nipples.
He growled at the teasing contact, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine. “If we don’t slow down, I won’t be able to do all the things I planned with you tonight.” He scraped rough knuckles along the insides of my thighs, widening the space between my legs so he could settle there, his erect cock rubbing against my entrance.
“Plans are overrated,” I gasped as his cock slid against my clit. Painful spasms of pleasure wracked my body, and I hadn't even started. “Plus, I like being on top.”
“If that’s what you like,” Acton murmured. He wound an arm around us, sliding down my body as he flipped us so I straddled his shoulders.
“That’s not what I meant!” I yelped, though the sound softened as his lips and tongue teased my swollen pussy lips.
Sucking and nibbling, he tasted every inch of me, sliding his tongue back and forth from clit to crack. I shuddered as he thrusthis tongue and two fingers deep inside me, clenching down on the invasion, my orgasm rising fast but just out of reach.
“That's it, come for me, Floss.” He added a third finger and sucked my clit into his mouth hard.
Starlight burst behind my eyelids, obliterating everything around me but the feel of his warmth between my legs. The pressure built on as he played with my pussy, fingers crooked inside me to hit that sensitive spot that drew my orgasm out until it blended with a smaller one.
I sagged over his shoulders, pushing sweat-heavy curls back from my face with trembling hands. “That wasn't fair. You surprised me.”
“You said plans were overrated,” he reminded me, sliding my body the length of his, covering us both in my sweat until my legs fell open either side of his hips. “Still wanna be on top? I don’t want to wear you out.” He kissed me tenderly, framing my face with broad, calloused hands.
“I’ll stay right here,” I murmured. I tasted myself on his lips, and the unusual sensation made me tremble faster.
He fumbled to one side, coming up with a condom pack. The foil crinkled in his fingers as he placed it into my hand. “Would you?”
I nodded, tearing the pack open sliding back a little to clasp his rigid cock in my hand. Acton hissed his next breath, his thighs tensing beneath me. I worked my hand along the smooth skin, flicking my thumb over the mushroom head, back and forth until his head fell back and he groaned.
“Hell, Floss. I told you...” His cock pulsed in my hand, and I gave him mercy.
“So you did.” I slipped the condom over him, discarding the packet, and straddled him. His hardness pressed against my heat. I rocked, sliding the arousal that slicked us both over him,then lowered myself in a steady drop until my thighs touched his.
I wanted to say something dirty, but I didn't have any breath left. Acton filled me to the brim, stretching me to a tight fullness I’d never felt before.
“Christ, Floss,” he grated through clenched teeth. “You’re so goddam tight.” He caught my gaze and my hips and held me tight. “Bounce.”
His words echo weirdly in my head, as though I was already floating high above him. My thighs work on instinct, rising me along the length of his cock to pause at his wide head, letting him stretch me before his hands on my hip pushed me back down. Whatever degree of control I thought I had was whisked away as Acton pushed me down again and again.
“Please,” I gasped as he thrust up into me. White flashes edged my vision.
“You're close,” he murmured, freeing up one hand to clasp mine. “Show me what you like.”
I wanted to tell him I didn't have the brainpower or focus to do any such thing, but I didn’t have the breath for that either. Acton was relentless, tearing into me as he linked our fingers, dragging the tips through my wetness and back to my clit.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded, his gaze flicking from my face to our hands.
I nodded, moaning, and swept small circles over my clit, making our hands work together by some miracle of coordination. Tightness built low in my belly. I gripped his cock with my walls, rocking as the tendrils of pleasure unfurled inside me. Slow at first, my body tensed against the onslaught, then softening. My head tipped back and I cried my release to the sky.
Acton worked with me through my orgasm, and I looked down to see our hands still linked as my body softened.
