Page 28 of Reckless

Her laughter was something he realized he was going to crave when they were apart, and he tightened his grip on her hips.

But not enough to stop her when she rolled away and strolled into the bathroom. “FYI, though I’m sure you know this, this bathroom is the size of my entire hotel room. In this black bag with the red zipper accent on the counter?”

“It has a red zipper?”

She came out holding the bag, laughing. “You didn’t notice the red zipper against the black of the bag itself?”

“The gear is a gift from my parents. Luggage and the like for the tour. More about this not-anything-about-me-fucking-you topic after I actually fuck you.” He sat up and took the bag from her, unzipping the yes, bright red zipper, and rummaged until he found the square foil he was looking for.

She frowned when he tore it open with his teeth. “That’s bad for your teeth.”

“I have a dentist. Again, not the topic I want right now,” he muttered as he rolled the latex on carefully.

“You’re very bossy about topics,” she said airily, looking at her fingernails.

He waved his dick at her. “Come on over.”

She grinned and scrambled atop him again, grabbing the root of his cock to angle it as she slowly lowered herself.

He exhaled, trying not to wheeze at the tight heat of her all around his cock. Trying very hard to think about the new strings he’d started using and whether or not it made any real difference in sound or playing.

Better that instead of coming forty-eight seconds after he got inside her.

And then she squeezed her inner muscles around him, and he slammed a fist down into the mattress to fight the sensation.

“Liked that did we?” she said, parroting what he’d said earlier.

Miles considered flipping their positions but then she rose up slightly and slid down his cock three times and he forgot everything but that moment between them.

“What’s not to like?” he said with a slight squeak at the end when she pulled up and nearly off and lowered herself again.

The weight of her was just exactly right. They fit, and their rhythm clicked right off as he arched, not wanting to leave her pussy and then she met him and rose and fell again.

The bounty of her breasts was right there for him to see, to touch and with a little stretching, to kiss them as he took their weight in his palms.

It was her turn to arch then, pressing her breasts into his hold and when he took her nipples between his finger and thumbs, her pussy fluttered around him, getting so hot he felt it easily through the latex.

He traced over the lines of her tattoo to her hip and then shifted enough to find her clit and stroke it slowly as she rode his cock.

She drew a shaky breath and exhaled on a soft moan of pleasure.

Because the bedside lamps were on, he could look his fill at her as she rose over him. Her features were blissed out, eyes sleepy with pleasure, mouth slightly open, her hair wild around her shoulders, sliding forward over her collarbone. Making him want to find that very spot and kiss it.

Making him realize he’d remember this moment and follow up to make sure he kissed that spot. More than once.

Fuck. He was a goner for this woman.

In more ways than one. She squeezed her inner walls around his cock until his eyes nearly watered as he tried to hold back his climax.

He sped the lazy circles he’d been making around her clit, and her breath caught. Her gaze—so dreamy—cleared as she locked her attention on his. It was a race to see who came first. And wasn’t that fucking awesome?

He knew he had her by a slight edge when her movements became less rhythmic and she tipped her head back.

The lure of her throat was more than he wanted to resist so he cupped it with his palm, gently so as not to harm, but enough that she remembered he was there.

Her orgasm, so hot and wet, rolled through her and tightened around him so much there was nothing to do but let himself go with a snarl, trying to get as deep as he could.

“I’m starving,” she said some minutes later after they got their breath back.

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