Page 51 of Can't Take Moore

Her fingers flew, working from button to button to help me out of my shirt. I sat us up only long enough to shuck the offending fabric off and toss it aside. Then I gripped the hem of her shirt and peeled it over her head. Within moments, we both stripped down to nothing in a tangle of heated kisses and twined limbs.

“I love it when you’re assertive, you know.” Falling back on the bed, I rolled her on top of me again, loving the feel of her body draped across my chest.

Her soft, pert breasts pressed against my hard chest, her nipples pebbling at the sensation. “I also really liked it when you talked dirty to me in the shower. There was something absolutely delicious about you asking me to fuck you hard and fast.”

Vienna laughed, the sound throaty and sexy. “You like it when I have a filthy sailor mouth?”

“I do.” I nodded, and she grinned, her expression positively wicked.

“Then you won’t mind if I tell you to fuck me again.” Vienna straddled my hips and teased my cock, stroking her hot, wet slit up and down the length of my shaft.

Groaning, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of my hard-on sliding between her slick folds as she rocked back and forth. Did I want to bury my cock inside her? Absolutely. Was I going to complain when what she was doing felt incredible? Not a chance.

“Tell me exactly what you want, princess. I’ll do it, and I’ll love every minute of it.” My hands ached with the need to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin against my palms. I stroked my hands up and down her sides, then moved to cup her breasts. She arched into my touch, throwing her head back and moaning.

I stroked and tugged lightly on her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yes.” She hissed in a gasp and squirmed against me. “I want you on top, and I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

Her husky voice shot a tingle down my spine and straight to my balls. They tightened, and my cock twitched. “Gladly.”

I rolled us so I was on top and she was cushioned against the pillows at the head of the bed. She spread her gorgeous, athletic legs for me, exposing her slick pink pussy. Groaning with need, I gripped my cock, stroking it as I pressed the head against her hot, wet, spasming slit.

“Do you want it long and slow or hard and fast, princess? I meant it when I told you to tell me what you want.”

“I want both,” Vienna purred, arching so my cock slid into the velvet heat of her sweet pussy. “Start slow and fuck me until neither one of us can stand it another moment without coming, then finish hard and fast and wild.”

“Yes, ma'am.” I thrust deeper and leaned down, nibbling, licking, and sucking her nipples, lavishing them with equal attention.

I wanted to spend forever worshiping her body with mine, showing her just how much I loved her—and loved the fact that we were officially a couple—at every possible opportunity, every single day, for the rest of my life.

“I never want to stop making love to you, Vienna.” I kissed her fiercely, trying to put all the passion and vulnerability I felt into the depth of my kiss because I was struggling to find the right words to express what I felt out loud. But my body could convey what my words could not, of that much I was certain.

With long, slow, calculated strokes, I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy as her inner walls clenched around me. Determined to make every ounce of pleasure last as long as humanly possible, I made love to her. I caressed and kissed every inch of exposed skin I could reach.

“Then don’t stop.” Vienna panted, lightly dragging her fingernails down the length of my back. “Keep making love to me forever because I won’t ever get enough of you.”

“I feel exactly the same way,” I murmured the confession, then dipped my head to kiss her again. I tugged ever-so-lightly on her bottom lip with my teeth, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, crushing me to her, kissing me back with an intensity that left me panting and dizzy.

Never in my life had I been with anyone who consumed my every thought, every move, every feeling, every hope. Vienna was everything I’d ever wanted in a partner and more. I wasn’t even sure I deserved a woman like her, but I was willing to spend the rest of my life trying to be the kind of man she deserved and needed.

She laid her hand over my heart as I pumped in and out of her, and something deep inside me clicked into place. We moved in unison, each anticipating the other’s needs, heightening and prolonging our pleasure.

“Yes, you feel so good inside me,” Vienna crooned. “I want to come with you. Please.”

Beyond words, I nodded and wrapped my arms around her, cocooning her in my embrace. Capturing her mouth with mine, I kissed her, exploring the warm, sweet hollow of her mouth with my tongue. I let my hands trail down her back, lightly stroking my fingers down her spine until I splayed them out on her perfect ass cheeks. I kneaded and massaged her ass for a long moment before I dragged my hands back up to her waist and held her steady.

“That’s right. Give it to me. Come for me, princess,” I growled the words through gritted teeth, releasing the tenuous grip I had on my control. I gave myself up to the wild, fierce, possessive, primal recesses of my heart.

Pounding into her pussy, my focus narrowed to the place where our bodies joined to the exclusion of everything else in the world. All that mattered was my hard, aching cock—so close to release—plunging inside her. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Over and over. Nothing had ever felt as good as this. I was so fucking close to coming.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh drowned out all thought save for the ecstasy of her pussy spasming around my throbbing cock. Vienna moaned and whimpered every time I drove my cock home, and those perfect little sounds—somewhere between pleasure and pain—brought me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, my gosh, Dean, I’m coming!” Vienna arched and writhed beneath me, pressing her face into the pillow and screaming a toe-curling, feral shout that drove me over the edge. Burying my face in her neck, I came, too, shuddering and jerking as the waves of pleasure wracked my body.

Panting and shaking, I rolled us to lie on our sides. I held Vienna there, cradled against my chest as I floated back down to earth, my mind still deliciously muddled with the haze of passion. The pleasure I’d just experienced making soul-baring love to her was like nothing I’d ever felt before in my life. Struggling to breathe properly, I pressed a kiss against her temple.

She feathered kisses from the hollow just behind my ear, down along the angle of my jaw, then pressed a gentle kiss against my lips. “I love you.”

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