Hot Pursuit - Denise A. Agnew [33]
A low sound came from his throat, encouraging and happy that she’d chosen this position. A lot of words weren’t necessary. One big hand clasped her hip, then Vic’s cock head probed her pussy lips, eased just inside. She gasped at the heat, the arousal that swung upward in a huge surge. His thickness pushed, tunneling deep. She wriggled and he groaned. As he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples, she moaned softly. Sweet sparks tingled outward from her nipples. He withdrew and then thrust. She gasped again, whimpering as the delicious sensation overtook her. They melted into the motion, her body meeting his, bumping and grinding as his hips circled, pumped, pounded at her. She wanted to beg, but she didn’t, suffering as the arousal spiked so high but wouldn’t send her over. His growls were coming faster, more frequently as he fucked her. They’d lost all finesse, all delicacy. This was raw, primitive sex, and God, how she loved it. He teased her clit. Pinched it.
She unraveled. She screamed softly as orgasm sent her up, tore her into bits, wrecking her composure as she sobbed through the bliss.
Vic wanted more. As her pussy walls rippled over his cock, he pushed in and out of her creamy channel, not caring if she’d finished. No, he wanted her to start all over again. He continued pumping, shoving aside all thoughts of coming.
He pulled out of her, his cock so hard he didn’t know if he could make his own goal. “When I lift you, wrap your legs around my hips. We’re doing it against the wall.”
Yeah, he wanted that and wanted it bad. He saw her eyes widen and knew she liked the idea, maybe was surprised by it. She left the bed, and as he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned her about, found the wall. As he eased her down over his aching need, heat encompassed his cock and swallowed him with wet ecstasy. Wrapped around his flesh, Lucy tightened and released. With steady pushes he began to thrust, to find purchase inside her, to create a friction too delicious to endure. He’d never experienced anything like it, never wanted to let it go. As his body pumped into hers, he allowed the feelings to grow with a vengeance. Vic concentrated on the sensation of her pussy clasping him in a tight grip, the way she caressed him. With every movement of his hips, he delved into her silken, wet core. He danced inside it, tried to get as high inside her as he could. Heat poured off him, his body aquiver with a need to climax.
He dared to look at her. Lucy’s head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she moaned softly with each thrust.
“Come on, baby. Come,” he managed to gasp.
She clasped her arms about his neck as her breathing hitched. He fought for control, but as his body wanted release, he wanted her pleasure more. With short, stabbing thrusts upward, he drew her body to the top of the precipice. Seconds later, her walls contracted sharply around his cock as a soft, shivering moan left her throat. With equal fierceness, his body let go of the battle, gave up the fight, and exploded in orgasm. He gasped, he groaned, unable to put words to the pleasure breaking him apart. Seconds later they stopped shivering in pleasure, and Vic’s mind sank into the warmest contentment he’d ever experienced.
Lucy awoke some time later, cozy under the sheet and blankets, her body still recalling the amazing night. In the half-darkness she opened her eyes and noted Vic wasn’t beside her. She sat up and looked at the digital bedside clock to her left. Midnight. Only midnight? She felt like she’d been sleeping for hours. She smiled. They’d made love for a long time, slowing down after that initial frenzy. Familiarity might calm their lovemaking some day, but it warmed her inside to think they would have a someday. She hoped. The silence worried her, but she turned on the bedside lamp and saw his jeans on the floor. Unless he planned on walking into the freezing night half-naked, he hadn’t left.
She rummaged in her closet for her red fleece robe and slipped into its warmth. She put on her matching