Page 28 of Rookie Move

She whimpered when he pulled his hand free from her clit and gripped her hip as he yanked open the drawer on the nightstand.

There had better be a condom in there because he did not want to have to grab the spare from his wallet and miss a second of her rolling her center against his cock.

He snagged the square and dropped it on the bed, trying to sit up.

She pushed him back down, tearing open the condom wrapper. She sat back and took his cock in her hand, pumping him a few times, languidly.

“Hurry the fuck up,” he growled, and her laugh was husky.

She slowly rolled the protection on and lifted her hips as if she wasn’t in a rush anymore.

It was torture. Pure, insane torture. He wanted nothing more than to grip her hips and impale her on his cock, but he’d let her lead—for now.

“Oh yes,” she moaned as she took the tip inside her heat, her inner muscles clamping down around him as she lowered her body until their pelvic bones were flush.

He’d missed this so fucking much. Nothing had ever felt so right as sinking into Rylie’s heat, watching the blush stain her entire body and her breasts move with every ragged breath she took.

He reached up, tweaking one hard tip, and her eyes locked with his. Her pupils were blown as she gasped.

“I need you to move, Rylie. You’re in charge,” he gritted out when her inner muscles squeezed his cock. He wanted to last as long as he could for her, but he was seconds away from flipping them over and taking control.

Her hand flattened on his chest, her fingers tweaking his nipple in return, and he shuddered.

“Patience, Desmond. Patience,” she said, but her tone belied her words and she finally lifted her hips until his cock was almost out, slamming back down and rocking her clit against him. All the air rushed out of his body.

His grip on her hip tightened as she changed her rhythm, moving slowly up and down his cock, rolling her hips, and never looking away from his eyes. His heart seized and he struggled to breathe, lost in her gaze.

Never had sex felt like this before. There’d been a connection the first time they’d hooked up, but this was more. How had that happened so fast?

“Yes,” she moaned when he lifted his hips to meet her every time she sank down on his cock.

He snaked his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit. He pressed it in tight circles, and she arched her head back, her hand going to her breast and squeezing.

There were no words to describe how glorious she looked in the heat of passion. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Lips he was aching to kiss again.

“Yes, Desmond. Oh please. Yes,” she moaned.

“Rylie,” he groaned as her inner walls squeezed his cock again.

“Oh god, I’m so close,” she gasped, staring down at where they were joined as he pumped in and out of her body and continued to torment her clit.

He was dangerously close to coming, but always ladies first. He pressed harder on the bundle of nerves, circling tighter, and groaned when she leaned forward and scraped her nails over his chest as his spine started to tingle.

“Yes,” she shouted as she exploded around him. She clamped down on his cock, her muscles fluttering as she came. Her fingers curled into his chest, her nails scraping along his skin. He’d relish any mark she left behind on his body.

He could not look away from her face, her eyes closed tight, her lips parted.

And he had no choice but to drag her down to his chest and seal his lips to hers, swallowing her moan of ecstasy.

Her hands moved up his body, gripping his shoulders, and she rode out the rest of her climax, her lips still fused to his.

He poured everything he had into that kiss. Then, when she started to settle, he rolled them, tucking her underneath him and not breaking the kiss.

She trailed one hand down his spine as he slowly continued to pump in and out of her body. Every languid thrust belied the urgency with which he needed her, but in that moment, he wanted to draw everything out. To make tonight last as long as possible.

She grabbed his ass and he broke the kiss, staring down at her. Her expression was filled with barely banked heat.

“I thought I was in charge,” she said. “You’re moving too slow.”

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