Page 53 of Smooth Sailing
His hands reached her hips and gripped her gently, pulling her up and sliding her down at an excruciatingly wonderful pace. The tempo was perfect, exactly what she needed to recover from her two climaxes.
“I haven’t felt this way in a long time,” he murmured.
Her heart dipped. “What way?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Like I don’t want to let go.”
He’d change his mind. They did eventually. But she wouldn’t worry about that or how much she already liked him. Right now was for pleasure.
She kissed him slowly and thoroughly, his arms moving her at the same pace. She traced her hands up his torso, fascinated with the way his beautiful body flexed and moved. Recalling his pleasure point from earlier, she leaned over, flicking the tip of her tongue over his nipple.
His gripon her tightened, and his pace was much less gentle. He ground out, “Palamore.”
She giggled and straightened to look at him. “Who’s this Palamore?”
His eyes were hazy with lust, but his grin was adorable. “Paloma, more. Is that better?”
“No. I like my new name better. I love that I’m causing you to lose the ability to speak?”
“Forget talking. You feel so fucking good, I’m losing my damn mind.” His hand slid lower, pressing into her clit, circling.
She sucked in a sharp, bliss-filled breath. Their eyes locked, and in his gaze, she swore there was more than hunger. Unwilling to look too closely, fearing it might be a lie, she circled her hips. With a gentle push, she tilted his chin upward, planting a kiss on his Adam’s apple before kissing her way down his chest.
“Fuck,” he muttered, all guttural groans and gravel.
The press and sweat between their bodies was the exact friction she needed. And her third orgasm began to build. “Close so close,” she said against his ear.
“What do you need to be there?” he asked.
“Kiss me. Let me ride you.”
He did as she demanded. His hands moved to her ass, his fingers pressing into her heated skin but not holding tight. He let her move as she needed. Her pants became sharper and higher as her growing pleasure twisted tight around her and then exploded on a shout of his name.
Her bliss nearly broke her as her ecstasy crescendoed. Slow as honey drizzled on sun-warmed skin, it receded to a languid satisfaction.
He stood, not breaking their connection, and carried a boneless body. Wrapping her legs and arms around him was a struggle. “I got you,” he said, walking through the living room, down the hall, and to the bedroom.
Holding her tight, he moved them to the center of the bed. She was on her back, and he rested on his elbows on the sides of her head. He didn’t move his hips. “Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her between gentle kisses.
He was still in her and hard as granite. His heart thrummed, fast and strong, against her chest. The vein in his neck was pounding, showing how he ached for release. Yet he didn’t rush as if he could keep satisfying her over and over all night long.
“And what about you?” she asked. “When will I see this with you?”
He brushed his mouth across her lips. “We’ll get there. I’m enjoying myself plenty.”
No doubt. She was too, but she intended to see him break apart, to lose control. She wanted him to be as addicted to her as she was becoming to him.
Bucking her hips, he let out a surprised grunt and fell to his side. She pressed on his shoulders, pushing him flat on his back, and climbed on top of him. She rose to nearly the crown of his erection, then lowered herself slowly. Once there was no space between them, she circled her hips—that last bit was for her, and a moan escaped between her lips.
His hands skated up her sides to her chest. His gaze flipped from her eyes to breasts to where they were connected as if he was trying to drink every last drop of her.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
She took him fast and hard instead of going slow. His eyes flared hot as he grabbed her waist. His roughness thrilled her. Again and again, she took him until his grip tightened enough to leave bruises. She reveled in his firm hold and the way he was losing control.
“Come here,” he commanded, gripping the back of her head and bringing her to him. He kissed her with a desperation that told her he was close.
It was her turn to ask, “What do you need?
