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She didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment with reality. She wanted to live in the memory of his seductive mouth pressed against her own in a deep hot kiss again, or skimming along her neck, her breasts….
His response was so arousing she only wanted to do more to him and see how he reacted. Yesterday, he’d given her exactly what she needed, generously, intimately, and unselfishly, trying with every moment to fight his desire, protect her, with a kind of integrity she’d never experienced before. This time, she wanted to give him the kind of comfort he’d given her.
She glanced up the length of his torso, watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and finally met his erotically tortured gaze. It looked so good on him. His eyes were a midnight blue, dark and intense, hypnotic, and when she stroked him all the way to the tip of his cock then glided her thumb over the swollen head, she felt him shudder and jolt against her sensual caress.
She rose, never letting go of his erection, stroking him slowly until his back arched off the mattress. She straddled him, still jacking him off. “You are so beautiful, Matthew,” she said in a breathy voice as her fingers brushed over his nipples, which were as hard as her own. She bent her head, licked at his stiff nubs, wet, velvet swipes of her tongue over each taut peak. A slow lazy lap designed to torment and tease, then a soft, heated stroke that made him tremble and moan. She gently scraped her teeth to give him exquisite pain, then bit him hard as a man’s skin was tougher than a woman’s, while her thumb rubbed over his head, then sliding just behind it where a man was most sensitive. He thrust his hips uncontrollably, his head turning on the pillow. That’s when she moved down his body and took his jutting erection deep into her mouth. Easy jackknifed off the bed, calling out her name with a hoarse, panting cry.
She worked him ruthlessly, sucking him hard, using her swirling tongue over his head as she withdrew, and plunged onto him again and again, ripping a helpless moan from his throat. She loved the taste of him, salty and male.
Desire curled low and deep in her belly, aching for him to fill her as aggressively as she’d taken him into her mouth. His fingers slid into her hair and cupped the back of her head, gently urging her to take more of him, all of him.
Her arousal pitched higher, and because she wanted him inside her when he came, she moved up and over him, until she was kneeling above his hips, poised less than an inch away from his hard, hot erection.
Easy’s fingers dug into her thighs, and his breath grew more ragged. She knew she was pushing his restraint, and making him lose complete control became her ultimate goal. She inched downward until just the swollen head of his erection glided along the slick folds of her sex and shivered at the delicious sensation of him sliding rhythmically against her core. Letting her lashes fall closed, she bit her bottom lip and rocked sinuously against that smooth, hard column of flesh one, twice, three times…and felt the beginnings of an orgasm start to unravel deep inside her.
She heard Easy swear as his control finally shattered, a dark, ripe curse that was raw, primal, and wholly intimate. Grabbing her hips firmly in his hands he thrust upward, impaling her to the hilt in one hard, penetrating stroke. She gasped in pleasure, and her head spun at the delicious invasion, but he didn’t give her time to adjust before he was bucking into her, grinding against her, repeatedly, impatiently, relentlessly.
She might have been on top and in the dominant position, but the man beneath her was far more powerful, far more demanding, and there was nothing she wanted to do but match him stroke for stroke and ride out the sensual storm she initiated.
She looked down into his handsome face, his gaze capturing hers and he searched deep, past those emotional barriers she’d erected, and seemingly touched a piece of her soul in the process. For a moment, she was suspended in her belief that she had held so long that strong, aggressive alpha males weren’t viable choices. Easy was breaking her mind mold, shattering her mother’s words and blowing the pieces into the wind. Easy was strong, capable. He was also gentle, listened to her, melted her heart with the sweetness of his. She could barely absorb it all.
His hands grabbed her wrists, manacled them behind her to the small of her back, wanting her to ride him even harder, demanding that she surrender herself to him as he had surrendered himself to her. She groaned raggedly not only from the pleasure, but the freedom he offered her even as he bound her to him. Unable to hold back, her orgasm took her like wild magic, washing over her with an uncontrollable, captivating, cosmic energy, a release so strong and overwhelming, it tore a soft cry from her lips as she helplessly rode out the exquisite sensation.
He let her go as another orgasm started to build again, splaying his palms against her back, moving firmly up the slope of her spine. Long, warm, insistent fingers curled around the nape of her neck, and he pulled her down toward him to fuse their mouths together, even as their lower bodies continued to fuck and ache for release.
The kiss was deep. Hot. Bold and aggressive and ultimately possessive. A ravenous clash of lips and tongues that imitated the unbridled way he moved against her, inside her. Then his hands were gripping her bottom, dragging her closer, and she had to brace her hands on either side of his head as he held her hips immobile and thrust into her over and over again, increasing the friction between their bodies. Intense pleasure saturated her senses, and she clenched around his thrusting cock as another orgasm ripped through her.
Even as she was still climaxing from the aftermath of her release and trying to catch her breath, Easy’s body tightened beneath hers and he came, shuddering hard against her.
She collapsed against his chest, their lungs heaving, their breathing ragged and harsh in the quiet room, both of them covered in sweat.
Thankfully, the air conditioning kicked on again and the cool air on her back was so welcome.
“I think you fucked me into next week, woman. Fuck me!”
“Again? I need to catch my breath.”
His laughter transfixed her, making it hard for her to catch her breath. It was such an unfettered, effervescent sound that she smiled back at him. He grabbed the back of her neck and brought her mouth down to his. He expelled his laughter with a deep sigh. “We still need to talk,” he said in a pointed tone, then kissed her deeply, taking his time.
When he released her, she asked, “About what?”
“The fact that this…stuff…between us was unexpected.”
She frowned, not sure she wanted to discuss something so raw right now. She hadn’t even been able to sort through all her strongly held beliefs that he had shattered.
“I understand this is…a reaction to my incarceration and subsequent abuse…. At least it was last night.”
He watched her intently, his heart in his eyes. “But now?”
“I don’t know, Easy. Do we have to label it? Can’t we just let it be what it is?”
“As in going forward, you want to have more sex with me?”
It was her turn to laugh. “Are you mad, man? Did you just experience what I experienced? You are so amazing…not just in bed, but oh, God. Wowzah, really good in bed and at everything you do. So, um, yeah, let’s ride this sex train for a while. Does that work for you?”
He sighed. “As long as you are okay, Jack.”
“You should stop doing that.”
