Page 82 of Riding the Storm
My eyes stay on hers as I glide my finger through her folds and thrust it inside.
“Ry,” she moans as she rocks against my palm.
“I love how you’re always wet for me. Even when you’re pissed.”
Her eyes come to mine, and her body starts to tremble as I add another finger.
“Come on my hand, baby,” I command as I tease her clit with my thumb.
She lets out a strangled noise as I feel her flood my palm. Before I can even remove my fingers, she’s unbuttoning my jeans and tuggingthe zipper down, freeing my cock from my briefs before balancing her hands on the leather above my head.
My fingers are still moving inside her, but I pull them free as she circles her hips against me.
“Wait,” I say. Bringing my forehead to hers.Shit.
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom in here. We need to go inside.”
She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you. All of you.”
Damn if that doesn’t undo me.
I’ve never had sex without a condom. Not once. And the thought of taking her without one awakens something feral inside of me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she cries as she starts to move more urgently.
I take my erection in my hand and find her entrance. I circle her opening with the head, striking her little bundle of nerves before pressing inside. She sinks down, taking me deep.
I open her bra with a quick flick of the front clasp, wrap my mouth around a nipple, and suck it between my teeth.
“Oh God,” she gasps as I bite down.
She starts bucking wildly. Riding me hard and fast. I sit back and watch her face as she takes me in over and over again.
“You feel so damn good, wrapped around me bare,” I groan.
I start thrusting up to meet her hips, and she drops her hands to my shoulders, digging her fingertips into the muscle.
Thats when I lose all control.
I grab her ass and start pounding up into her as her cries grow louder and more desperate. My cock throbs as I pump harder and harder. I can feel the sting of her nails biting into my skin.
When I think I can’t hold on any longer, her sweet warmth tightens around me, and my name explodes from her lips.
I take her mouth with mine to absorb her cries, and I let go, spilling inside of her as she spasms around me. Milking every drop of my orgasm.
I’ve had lots of good sex—hell, I’ve had good sex with more than one woman at a time—but nothing has ever compared to this. To her.
Nothing.
I hold her close and kiss her eyes, her nose, her lips until she calms. All the anger from earlier gone. Replaced by something much more dangerous.
Mine.
The word roars in my head, but I don’t dare utter it out loud.
