Page 74 of Stormswept Colorado

His grip on my upper body loosened. “That’s it. Rub yourself on me. Get yourself wet and ready to take me.”

I rested my palms on his knees and undulated my hips wantonly, rubbing myself on his cock. My clit throbbed. The flared edge of his tip caught against that bundle of nerves, and I cried out. The sound I made was almost feral.

“Look at you. You’re desperate for this, aren’t you?”

“Need you inside me.”

“Do we need protection?”

“No. Just needyou. Please.”

He put a hand on my hip to steady me. I felt his thick tip notch at my opening. But he didn’t push all the way into me, his grip keeping me from moving, and that sensation of not-quite-full threatened to drive me crazy. “Please,” I begged.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Look at me. Not the mirror. At me.”

I turned my head. He was so close, his bright gaze hypnotic. So real. His free hand grabbed my chin. Slowly, he pulled me down onto his shaft as he kissed me.

He fed his tongue and his cock into me at the same time.

“Good?” he rasped.

I made an agreeable sound. All I could manage.

When I was fully seated against his thighs and so perfectly stretched with him inside me, his arms held me tight again as he kept up those deep kisses. I sucked on his tongue.

The taste and scent and feel of him was everywhere. My whole world, at least for a little while. While we were here together like this, connected, sharing what we could give each other.

I tried to rock against him for more friction, but he kept me still.

“I’m not going to rush this,” he said against my lips. “You feel spectacular on my dick, Troublemaker. So snug and hot. You have no idea.”

“So Chief Landry is a secret dirty talker. Never would’ve guessed.”

“All your fault. I can’t control myself around you.”

“Good thing I can take it.”

“Yeah? You can take it?” His hips pulled back, his cock withdrawing by an inch before he thrust back into me. Not as much movement as I wanted, but still enough to make me moan.

“Teller,please.”

“You want me to use your body however I like? Make us both feel incredible?”

“Mmmm.” That wasn’t even coherent, but the message got through. He started to lift and lower me. I rested my hands on his knees again, finding that angle I liked.

He bounced me on his lap. I looked shameless in the mirror.

I looked like a woman taking a muscular man’s big cock andlovingit.

With a wild groan, Teller pulled out of me and tipped me over onto the couch. I landed on my hands and knees on the cushion. The movement was so sudden, I barely registered him kicking off his pants and boxer briefs the rest of the way. He shoved my dress up to my waist, then sank his cock back inside of me from behind.

Now the view in the mirror wassomuch more explicit.

His slick erection moving in and out of me. He had one leg bent, knee on the couch behind me. His other foot flat on the floor. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he pumped into me. The muscles in his chest and stomach and his thighs flexing with every thrust.

I lowered to my elbows. Surrendered to the moment. Tohim.

An orgasm hit me fast, shocking a cry out of me. Teller grunted a curse. “Hot damn, Ayla, you’re gripping me tight. I can’t hold back.”

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