Page 89 of Breaking Conviction
“You won’t.” She bent to kiss him softly on his lips. “You never would. I know that now.”
Before he could ask what she meant, her lips became more insistent and she ground her pussy into his cock. Need made him so hard it was painful. He nestled his hands in the crease of her hips and thighs, tugging her against him as he surged up, searching for relief.
“Too… many… clothes.” She groaned and scooted back to unbutton his pants. He raised his hips so they could slide his jeans and boxers down, just enough to reveal his shaft.
The hem of her dress was rolled up, and he twirled his index finger around her lace thong before tugging hard. She yelped when the fabric popped off her, but in the next breath she had him in hand, stroking his cock up and down before her thumb spread precum around his swollen head.
She tightened her hand around his shaft and leaned down to kiss him once on his lips, ending with a whisper.
“Condom?”
“Nightstand.”
She leaned the short distance to riffle through the drawer of the small table. When she came back to him, she sat her bare pussy on his cock and he moaned her name while her desire soaked him.
“Fuck, Naomi.” He rolled underneath her, gliding his cock in her arousal.
The condom was in her hand, but she made no moves to sheath him. Her teeth captured her lip and the fire in her whiskey eyes begged him to keep going. He gripped her hips and moved in a delicious imitation of the way he was about to fuck her, ending every slick thrust to massage her clit.
Her hips rocked against him like a boat on an ocean, drenching his length. He got lost in the motion until he felt his cock breach her opening and they both stilled with him half inside her.
“Condom, now,” he gritted between clenched teeth as he pulled out of her. She nodded and before she could obey, he pulled the wrapper from her hand, ripped it open, and thrust into his own hand to roll the condom on. In his next thrust, his hands aligned his cock with her entrance before plunging inside her.
He wanted to go slow and savor the feel of her warm pussy tightening around his cock. But need, desire, and adrenaline controlled his baser instincts more than the need to coordinate a romantic moment.
She kissed him again and he got lost in her plush lips against his as their tongues danced against the other. Slowly, he withdrew from the embrace and gently pushed her by the collarbone so he could look deep into those firelight eyes.
“Next time, love… I’m going to take my time. Candles, music, whatever you want. I’ll treat you like you deserve. Like a queen. But right now—”
“Right now, I feel more like a prisoner who’s finally broken free. You can have your way later. I’ve been caged for too long and I can’t wait another second to taste freedom.”
With that, she pulled his hands from her thighs and placed them on either side of his head in a position of surrender against the mattress. She intertwined their fingers, using him to balance as she rocked up and down his cock until she found a rhythm that made her breath heavy with panting moans. Her pussy throbbed around his shaft and Wes gritted his teeth to keep from taking over. Instead he watched, enthralled, as she took what she needed with a fierce determination that was hot as hell.
Her face was level with his, but her gorgeous eyes were closed. Wes squeezed her hands once, trying to get her to relax and look at him. She squeezed back three times, jarring something from his memory until she lost her balance. The move shoved his cock so deep inside her, they both moaned the other’s name. Still, her eyes were tightly closed, even etching a line in the middle of her brow.
“I need you here with me, Naomi. Open your eyes and let me touch you.”
Bright fiery eyes fluttered open and she eased off his hands as her movements above him slowed with exhaustion. He stilled her hips and withdrew slowly, hissing a curse of ecstasy as her pussy trembled against his shaft on his way out. Banding his arm around her lower back, he lifted up and gingerly flipped their positions so that she was the one that lay on the bed and he was kneeling.
His pants were still around his thighs, so he backed off the bed to stand and let them slide down the rest of his legs. He stepped out and caressed his hands up Naomi’s soft skin, rolling her dress all the way up as he explored.
Even though she moaned, she knocked his hands away. “Later. No time now,” she whined and grabbed his cock, making him chuckle at her urgency.
He leaned over her, allowing her to guide his cock to nudge at her entrance. But before she could get farther, he grabbed her hand and stretched it across the mattress above her head and encased her with his body.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered against her lips before sinking into her and ending with a kiss. “I want you to feel what it’s like to be treasured.”
He drove deep inside her, loving how her hips met his thrusts, obviously having gained back some energy in this new position. Together they reached a pulsing tempo and Wes got lost in the give and take. She seemed to be just as entranced, her eyes unfocused as they looked up at him and her swollen lips parted.
That look made his cock jump, threatening to combust too soon. He pulled out again to stand, but dragged Naomi gingerly across the bed as he stepped off. The movement was so fluid, he didn’t even give her enough time to whine before he was sheathed in her channel again. He hooked his arms underneath her legs, using his fingertips to dig into her bare hips to keep traction as he kept up his smooth strokes. With every plunge, he barely kept from coming as his entire length escaped her tight sheath just to fight for entry again.
“Touch yourself, love.”
Her eyes widened and she gripped one of his wrists while the other hand traveled down the bunched-up fabric of her dress. When her fingertips found her clit, she bit her lip and released a breathy whimper before closing her eyes.
“Eyes open, Naomi.” With that firm command, he pumped one long, hard stroke, making her suck back a groan and snap her eyes open.
Now with her sparkling eyes in the low ambient light of the room, she met his gaze, lids heavy with need. As she massaged the small bundle of nerves, it was all he could do to keep from spilling inside her at the sight. And when he felt her fingers stray to his shaft while she worked her clit, he bit back a curse.
