Inside Out - Lauren Dane [90]
Awesomely enough, she’d surprised him too, and it gave her an advantage as she went back to what she was doing. Something about making him feel good by going down on him really turned her on. Made her feel powerful in a totally new way.
The need he’d awakened inside had bloomed, sometimes overwhelming her. Usually when she was with him it hit her in a wave of heat and craving. She’d been emboldened just by being with him. What an odd and fantastic experience that had been.
The floor against her knees was just uncomfortable enough to keep her hyperalert; the scent of wood dust hung in the air around clean man sweat from a job well done. She breathed in deeply, loving it.
His groans made her wet, made her feel empty, achy. His taste wended through her, and she wanted more.
“Red, god, please, stop, stop, stop. I want to fuck you right here and now.” He pulled her to her feet. “Don’t move.” In two seconds he was back, rolling a condom on, and she’d managed to get a leg out of her jeans.
“Look at you. Mussed, lips swollen from my cock in your mouth,” he murmured as he came back to her and in one totally rock star move, had eased her weight up and then down onto his cock in one thrust.
Not knowing how it escaped, she couldn’t regret the half shout of pleasure at the shock of the invasion, of her body settling around his so easily, the way made slick already.
“Hot and wet. My favorite things on you.”
“Mmm.” She put her hands on his shoulders and levered herself up and then down again, rolling her hips as he began to thrust so hard her boobs bounced. Pleasure flooded her system as he fucked into her body.
Where she gripped his shoulders she could feel the tremble of his muscles. “Don’t hold back. I’m, oh god, I’m fine, and I want this. I want it all.”
He groaned, ragged, needy, and pressed deep and hard, his grip on her hips tightening, sending a wave of delicious sensation through her.
“I want every bit of you, Ella,” he ground out though a clenched jaw.
“I’m right here. Take me.” Each time he was with her, he showed her just how beautiful sex could be. He was the reason she’d been able to walk through that door and act on her desire in the first place.
He thrust harder and harder, driving her mad with sensation, but not quite enough. She hung on the edge of climax.
“Shh, lean toward me. Change your angle. Let me help you.”
She dragged her eyes open to find him looking at her, hunger stamped on his features. When she leaned forward, she knew immediately why he’d suggested it. The length of his cock brushed against her clit at this angle, providing the perfect amount of friction to shove her into climax with a surprised gasp.
“Christ,” he hissed as he held her, thrusting harder and harder until one last press deep, and he went to his knees, her legs still wrapped around his body.
Before she could disentangle herself, he stood again and took her into the bathroom connected to the master bedroom.
“You’re very strong.” She waggled her brows at him, and he laughed.
“You’re good for my workout. This is far more fun than lunges or running a few miles.”
“Your back might appreciate it if you put me down.”
He let go, and she slid off, kissing his neck, taking one last breath of him.
“You’re not heavy.” He kissed her as he pulled her jeans and panties all the way off. “Shower with me.”
“Okay.” What the heck? Why not?
He drew her into the huge, double-headed shower stall with him.
“Since you’re so dirty, let me soap you off.” She smirked and ran her hands all over his body, slick with soap.
He stood there, water sluicing over his muscles, over his tattoos and piercings, and never took his gaze from her. What surprised her so much was that his attentions never made her nervous. The way he looked at her made her warm inside. Made her feel confident and sexy.
“Best greeting ever.” He grinned and began to soap her up too. “You totally objectified me. It was awesome.”
She laughed, caught off guard. “I did. But never fear, I like you for your mind too.”
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