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He was about to say something, then stopped when all she did was tease the head of his cock against her pussy.
“Just a bit,” he agreed with a sigh.
Bit by bit, she let him penetrate her, then rotated until one knee pressed on those rock-hard abs and the other planted between his legs. She guided him a little deeper then rotated again, facing away from him in reverse cowboy.
His cock swelled to rock hard inside her and she slowed to a stop, clenching him inside in an achingly slow motion. At least she hoped he ached as much as she did.
The old Nita would have taken this as a sign to pump hard and stroke herself, but there was an incredible power in controlling the pace. And fuck if she wasn’t as wet as the Pacific Ocean.
When the tension in his body lessened, she continued her teasing rotation until she faced him.
She wasn’t sure when she’d done it, but she found herself without her top and bra. Now, straddling him with both their bodies naked, she felt the coolness of air against her sweaty skin. And holy shit, was she sweating? There was a delicious tension in every cell of her body, all because of the man she was sitting on.
Fuck, this was beyond anything she’d felt before.
“So… now,” she murmured, leaning her hands on his chest. She was glad to find his skin was damp as well.
“Now,” he echoed, his eyes so black it drowned out any memory of what color they were.
He reached one hand up to her neck and pulled her down to slow-fuck her mouth with his tongue. As the sensual kiss deepened, he reached his other hand between her legs, caressing her with the perfect amount of pressure.
He groaned something against her mouth, something her body understood but her brain didn’t. All she knew was that the fingers moving in and out of her got more slippery, her clit throbbing in anticipation.
He stroked and pressed, then paused, and she kissed him back as wildly as an animal. He resumed the stroking, and she reached for his steel cock, jerking him slowly, matching his strokes on her.
They teased each other to the very edge of pleasure without crashing over. And somehow that edge loomed higher and higher until the image in her head was her body against his, both of them dancing on a beam of light that shrank thinner and thinner.
She moaned when his hands gripped her hips, then let her slowly sink onto him. Down and then up, his thumb pressing and turning against her clit in the most maddening but satisfying way.
When his mouth latched on to her tit, sucking hard in time with his thumb, she thought she yelled. But the sound came from far away, so she couldn’t be sure. Then there was just panting in her ears, her own and his.
Her fingers squeezed his nipples, then her own, then she leaned back on his knees. She was captive to their fucking, the rhythm hypnotizing her but leading her in a strange dance. They were in tune with each other, increasing their motion and backing off at the same time.
At one point she opened her eyes to find him watching her, reveling in the pleasure he was giving her. She didn’t close her eyes again after that. She let him see everything he was doing to her reflected in them. It was something she’d given no one, and she’d question the wisdom of it later.
“Yes,” he whispered, and she echoed it as she stared into the eyes that had somehow become multi-dimensional.
Then they stopped. Teetering on a cliff, they didn’t just stop; they froze. Him, with his hips arched high. Her, balanced on those hips, her toes barely brushing the sheets.
Her body shivered with excitement, every pore holding in the sweat that only an orgasm would release. Every inch of skin trembled.
There was madness and calm in his eyes, and she did one thing.
She tilted her chin. Up. Yes.
In the next instant, she was on her back, her legs over his shoulders, and he drove into her with the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt. He fucked her hard, and she fucked him right back, and the seismic wave that moved through her moved through them both.
She screamed, even though it seemed like her soul had left her body to soar to the sky, and the vocalizations of her orgasm were somewhere far below her. He roared as well, the echoes of it in the cement bunker pulling her back into her body.
They rolled several times, Ryder still pumping into her, and she absorbed it all. She fought to get every inch of her skin to wrap around his, a struggle that she knew would leave scratches on his body.
His roar settled into a groan, and she realized her own screams had become a low keening wail. As their bodies rolled to a stop on their sides, she buried her face into his shoulders and… slept.
* * *
Her eyes opened.Ryder’s arm lay across her tits, his leg hiked up across her stomach. She didn’t like cuddling, and not just because it made her sweaty. It was intimate. It meant something. She made a point of never hanging around long enough for cuddling to happen.
One of her arms was under his body, the other one lying along the thigh on her stomach.
