Page 8 of Never Enough

When her fingers were curled with a death grip asrequested, he leaned her back so that her shoulder blades were pressed against the cool glass of the mirror. One hand grabbed the heavy mirror frame while the other grabbed the opposite side of the dresser top, and he lost no time pounding into her with fast, deep strokes. Almost immediately, an orgasm began to ripple through his system. He could tell that she was in much the same situation because her legs were gripping his hips tighter than he’d ever felt, and her hips were canting off the top of the dresser to try and find the best angle.

He let go of the dresser to tilt her hips into a better position, and he knew the exact moment his piercing hit the right spot because she let out the start of a scream. Swallowing her sounds with his mouth pressed hungrily to hers, one hand went to get the needed leverage on the dresser to keep it from banging against the wall, and the other hand crept in between their bodies to find her clit. He pressed on it and began circular motions with his thumb.

Now I know what people mean when they say the earth moved!

He felt her walls squeeze him so tight, and a warm wave of fluid surrounded him inside her. He couldn’t have stopped his body’s reaction if he’d wanted to. For just a moment, he froze, buried deep, and felt his cum erupt from his cock. Every time he pulsed, he stroked deep, held, then retreated. When the pulsing from his shaft stopped, he switched to slow, measured strokes to ease her down through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Hands down, the hottest fucking feeling ever. Mic drop.

Placing his forehead to hers, he gasped, “Jesus Christ, woman.”

She said nothing, merely tried to catch her breath between what sounded like sobs, her hands now curled over his shoulders.

His equilibrium restored, he slid his hands under her hipsand hoisted her upright, his cock still hard and buried inside her, and turned to shuffle the three steps to the couch on display behind him. He sat down with her straddling him, arms wrapped tight around her waist, his head buried in the space between her bicep and her shoulder. His lips pressed soft, wet kisses to the top of her breast, and occasionally, his tongue would flick out to taste her skin.

Fuckin’ sugar everywhere. It’s a goddamn drug.

When he felt her breathing return to normal as well, he leaned back on the couch, his eyes locked with hers. His arms slid from around her waist, and he glanced up her torso, reaching up to brush some of her springy curls back, only for them to fall back to where they had been.

Stubborn. Like her.

His hands had dropped back down to where their bodies met in his lap. He ran his fingers lightly back and forth from where her ass met his thighs to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her skin was so soft. He never wanted to stop touching it.

“Well, so much for not repeating history.” She sighed. Her hands rested lightly on the tops of his shoulders, and her face pinched up. “Do you spend your whole life this hard?”

He winked. “Stamina is my superpower.”

She rolled her eyes. When she attempted to roll off his lap, he captured her by spanning her waist with his hands. “Where are you going, kitty cat?” He pulled her forward and nuzzled her neck. “Don’t you dare move. I’m not done with you yet, woman.”

In one fluid motion, he picked her up, turned her, and had her tucked underneath him—her back slouched against the couch, her ass at the end of the seat, and him on his knees between her legs. She made an effort to slide out from under him, but he buried himself a little deeper, making sure to dragthe piercing at the tip of his cock across her G-spot as he went. When she wiggled to try again, he stopped her by covering a nipple with his hot, wet mouth.

“You need to stop that,” she groaned. He grinned against her breast as her arms told him the complete opposite by curling around his neck and cradling his head closer.

“Not happening,” he mumbled before his tongue began flicking as fast as a serpent’s tongue over the nub. He let his cock slip free of her, the barbell giving a quick tap against her clit when it bounced back slightly. Removing the condom as he went, his mouth continued to track down the front of her, stopping to kiss each of the tattoos he hadn’t had a chance to investigate the last time they’d been together.

She’d added to her art. The first time they’d met, she’d had a partial sleeve of skulls and diamonds. No surprise on the latter. There had also been tattoos on her back, although he’d never had a chance to look at them, and she also had a tattoo of a snake slithering around her ankle and down toward her toes.

Since then, she’d finished the sleeve on her left arm and started one on her right. She also had a couple more tattoos peppered across her shoulders, and from what he’d seen in the mirror, she’d added more to her back. But the one that caused a bark of laughter was one just to the left of her belly button—an image of Saturn. He looked up into her face, smirking as he pressed a kiss to it, then traced its rings with his tongue. “Not in Gabon, my ass.”

“I happen to have a very intense interest in astronomy,” she deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes at her. “I notice there’s an open space here next to it. Any plans for other planetary orbs to make an appearance?”

“That’s something for future consideration, I’m afraid.” She threaded her fingers through his longer hair on the top of hishead. “You left the Jupiter Diamond behind. That’s what the gendarmes were saying. You took the moonstones but left the big prize. Why?”

He ripped his gaze away from hers and concentrated on her tattoos as he considered how to answer her question. Things had changed since he met her almost two years ago. Not that they’d exchanged much information in the past thirty or so minutes they’d been reunited. Just bodily fluids, for the most part. But the stakes were definitely higher than before for both him and her.

“I was hired to take the moonstones. Nothing was said about the other. So I left it.”

She smacked him up the backside of the head. “Are you barmy? The value of that one diamond is, at minimum, five times that of the ninety-five rocks you stole. You could have just swept it up with the rest and kept it for yourself.”

“Could have.” His mouth drifted down to the top of her mound, pressing a light kiss to the skin. He could taste a mixture of her sweat, her arousal, and the sugary flavor that was uniquely her.

A hand slid under his chin and pulled his focus back to her. “Seriously. Why?”

He shrugged. “Knew you’d be coming for it eventually. Know it means something to you. I don’t need it. I’m a lot of things but being greedy isn’t one of them. At least, not for diamonds.”

“You don’tneedninety-five diamonds. Youwantthose.”

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