Page 37 of France Face-Off
He broke away long enough to suck air into his lungs and then seared a path of kisses and nibbles along the side of her neck down to where the pulse thrummed against the base of her throat. Based on how fast her heart was beating, she was as excited as he was. But he wanted her even more so before he drove himself deep inside her and quenched his thirst for this woman.
Moving slowly down her body, he kissed and flicked her skin with his tongue until he reached her breasts. There, he captured one of her rosy nipples in his mouth and sucked gently until the tip hardened into a bead. Moving to the other breast, he rolled the tip between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.
Alex writhed beneath him, her hips rising, her hands running over his back and down to his buttocks, her nails scraping his skin. She threw back her head and moaned softly.
Striker took that as a challenge. He wanted her so bothered that she called out his name. Moving lower, he flicked his tongue across her ribs, and downward, until he came to the thin elastic of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the band and dragged the undergarment down her legs and past her ankles, finally tossing it over his shoulder.
He lay down between her legs, parted her folds and slid a finger into her slick, wet channel.
Alex’s knees drew up, and she dug her heels into the mattress, her hips rising.
Striker added another finger and another, then lowered his mouth to claim that little nubbin of tightly packed nerves. He sucked on it gently, then flicked his tongue across the velvety smoothness.
Alex moaned and raised her hips, urging him to continue.
He did, stroking her there with his tongue, his fingers swirling in a tight pattern.
Alex’s body tensed beneath him. In the next moment, she let go, riding her release for the next few minutes, her hips rocking and her fingers digging into the comforter.
When she finally lay back against the mattress, he climbed up her body and reached over her to snag his wallet from the nightstand. He extracted a condom and handed it to her.
“How thoughtful,” she said and took the offering. “I’m glad someone is thinking straight.”
“Always come prepared,” he said and kissed her full on the lips.
Alex tore open the packet and slid the condom over his thick staff. When she was done, she wrapped her hands around the base and fondled his balls.
Striker sucked in a breath and held it, while a tsunami of sensations washed over him.
Her hand guided him to her entrance and urged him to dive in.
He paused at her opening, dipping in slowly to lubricate his cock as he pressed ever deeper into her.
She was tight.
He was big and didn’t want to hurt her.
Alex gripped his hips and slammed him home.
He drove all the way inside her and held steady, allowing her to adjust to his length and girth. When he thought she’d had enough time to get used to him inside her, he moved, pumping in and out. Slowly at first, and then faster, until he was thrusting in and out at a swift pace.
Alex bent her knees and dug her feet into the mattress so that she could raise her hips and meet him thrust for thrust.
He moved like a piston, in and out, until the tension inside him grew to a fevered frenzy. With one final thrust, the sensations rocketed through him and shot him over the edge. His cock throbbed deep inside Alex. He remained buried deep inside her through every last tremor, finally dropping down on her, skin to skin.
Knowing his weight wouldn’t allow her to breathe, he rolled her and himself onto their sides and settled beside her.
She rubbed her hand over his chest. “Is it always like this?” she whispered.
“Like what?” he asked. “Too fast and not enough foreplay? Was the dismount too soon?”
Alex laughed. “No. None of those. Is it always this amazing?”
He shook his head. “Sometimes, it’s even more amazing.”
“I’m not sure I believe you. That was pretty…mind-blowing.” She pressed a kiss to his chest and looked into his eyes. “You’ll have to show me how much better it can be.”
He laughed out loud. “Give me a minute to recover from that round.”
