Page 28 of That Fateful Ride

She fit perfectly against him. Mouths locked on one another, he moved his hands to her shirt and began unbuttoning it. He cursed the binding she wore as he tore his mouth from hers.

“I hate these.”

“Try wearing them.” Her words were soft yet matter-of-fact.

Soon the bindings were in a heap along with her shirt. He drew back and stared at her. The smooth dark skin teased him as it called to him to touch and caress.

She rolled her lower lip between white teeth before she reached for his chest and undid his buttons. He barely breathed as she opened his shirt and pushed it free of his shoulders. Her touch was light but sure.

“My turn,” he muttered his fingers going to her belt.

Soon she stood naked before him and his cock pulsed at the sight. Small and petite, she brought out some protective instincts as well as some definite sexual thoughts. Vivid thoughts. All consuming.

“Beautiful.”

He stepped close and kissed her as he lifted her and carried her to his bed. Laying her back, he allowed one hand to trail over her figure. Head braced on one hand, he watched facial expressions when his fingertips moved over different parts of her body.

Her eyes remained locked on his, wide, innocent, and trusting. Over her ribs, past her small waist and hips, he dragged his touch. Her breathing quickened and she shifted only to still.

“Why are you still dressed?”

“I want to make this good for you, Rebecca. Like your first timeshouldhave been.”

She watched him before reaching up to touch him. “My first time was perfect. I want to explore you as well.”

“I don’t have that much control,” he rasped.

Her hand drifted lower to the waistband of his pants. He inhaled sharply when she grazed against his length. Christ, if she did that again he would embarrass himself.

“My turn to explore right now.” He captured her hand and put it by her side. “My turn to do this,” he murmured, lowering his head. He captured one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard as she arched with a cry.

“Shh.” He moved to this other and did the same thing. Back and forth until she writhed beneath his administrations. Her nipples were taut and from her reactions, very sensitive.

Lower and lower, he moved until he settled between her legs, widening them. Inhaling deeply he closed his eyes in ecstasy at the scent of her arousal. Heady. Spicy. Addictive.

She moved a bit away so he rested an arm across her midsection, immobilizing her. “Cy, no,” she began.

He cut her off by placing his mouth over her core. He swept up between the lips with his tongue and her essence coated it. Lord, she was wet and ready. Her taste drove him crazy and with a rumble, he went for more.

He feasted. She undulated against him, riding his tongue as she had his cock. Her fingers dug into his scalp as he continued to lap away. With his free hand, he slipped in two fingers, groaning at her tightness. In and out, he drove them as his tongue flicked over her clit. Her thighs clamped along his head as her hands pulled him closer still.

Her back bowed and internal muscles clenched around his fingers as she came. He replaced the digits with his tongue and lapped all her cream.

“Cy,” she moaned. Her body still trembled.

Backing away, he divested himself of all remaining attire. Her eyes were slightly unfocused but unwavering as she stared at his length. He fisted himself and stroked twice as he repositioned himself between her legs. Eyes on one another he pushed into her. Instantly her tight wet sheath gripped him.

“Damn, you’re so tight.”

She watched him. “Move.”

Thank God, she said that because he didn’t believe he could have withheld any longer. Starting slow, he withdrew and flexed forward until he had a nice rhythm. Rebecca met him thrust for thrust and with each stroke he delivered he witnessed her hunger grow.

“Legs around my waist,” he ordered.

She complied and he lifted her up a bit, allowing deeper penetration. Her eyes darkened as she gasped.

“Uh…uh…uh,” she mewled, head tossing on his pillow.

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