Page 13 of Fractured Frets

I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew his hips toward me so our bodies connected. “This okay?”

“Absolutely.” He arched a sexy eyebrow. “Unless you want to be on top?”

“No. This is good for the first round.”

“I like your line of thinking.”

As he crushed his lips against mine, a deep, husky rasp rumbled low in his throat. The hum reverberated through my bloodstream and circled my heart, but I flicked it away before it got too close. I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t going to fall for him. This was just one night of wicked fun.

With each rock and tilt of his hips, he nudged and teased his broad cock against my opening. My insides clenched. Anticipation burned hot between my thighs. As I glided my hands over his muscular arms, my fingertips traced every defined groove, bulge, and sinewy muscle. I didn’t think I had a thing for arms, but holy heck, his did something strange to me.

He ran his hand down my chest, over my breasts, and along my side. But when he made his way between my legs and fucked me with his fingers, he touched me in new ways I hadn’t thought were possible. Or existed. Not just wow. Holy. Fucking. Wow.

As he held me on the edge, I pulsed against his touch. With every kiss, his lips singed my mouth. “Slip?”

“You close?” He grinned as if straining to maintain control.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He removed his fingers, took hold of his cock, and pressed it against my opening.

With a gentle push, he entered me. One inch, then two. Then, he stopped.

What the fuck? Give me all of that big dick!

“You alright?” He brushed his nose along the edge of mine, then kissed my eyelids, my cheek, my lips.

Ohhhh...“Yeah.” My heart beat loud in my ears. I so am.

After a few taunting pulses, he thrust, driving in deep. All the way in. “Fuck, you feel good.”

A moan escaped me as my breath rushed from my lungs. Our lips touched. Our fingertips explored. My pussy throbbed and screamed...for more. “So do you.”

He nipped and licked a trail of feverish kisses down my neck. Goose bumps skipped across my flesh. I scratched my fingernails through his chest hair, gripped his shoulders, and drew my knees higher. Moving in time, we rocked. Connected. My core clenched around him. I wanted more friction. More depth. More heat.

I was close to coming, but Slip had other ideas. He worked my body into a frenzy. Penetrating me, then not. Exploring and kissing me all over, then entering me again. I’d never had sex like this. This maddening. This hot. This intoxicating. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he drove into me with deep, slow, delicious thrusts. I clawed at his shoulders. That wasn’t enough. I clutched onto his butt, pulling him against me, urging him to go harder and faster.

“There. More. Please don’t stop,” I panted, pivoting my hips up toward his.

With a pounding, he took me over the edge, coming at the same time as my orgasm shot through me. Our bodies shuddered and quaked. Electric pulses spiraled up my spine and tingled my toes. Moaning and smiling, we kissed. Our hearts thundered against each other. I breathed him in, imprinting him into my memory.

Just. Wow.

I swept his long hair back and clutched it in my hand behind his head.

Gazing down at me, he murmured, “Fuck, Maddy, you just ruined me.”

“I did not.” I slapped him on his tattooed arm.

“Yeah, you did.” Too much seriousness hung in his tone. “I’ve just found heaven.”

“Shh. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

I didn’t believe him. Not one little bit.

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