I pushed the fringe of hair back and he shook me away.
Still hiding from me?
The blunt ends of his fingers slipped inside of me, and as he crooked them with a twist, I was gone again. The deluge of pleasure was stronger than an undertow. Where one orgasm started, another came crashing over me until I couldn’t find a word in my addled brain. The bliss actually turned into a strangled moan as I tried to protect myself from the unrelenting pace of his tongue and fingers.
I cupped my breasts, tugging at each nipple as if it could help the intensity of the cliff-like breakers that kept banging me along the rocks that were this bed.
His name was a chant along with every version of God I could think of.
Maybe a few angels.
“Nolan, please.”
He tore his mouth away and grinned up at me. The first real smile I’d ever seen out of him, and his lips were ridiculously and obviously wet from me. That was indelibly sealed into a core memory. “I like hearing you scream my name, Hellcat.” He widened my legs and crawled up to cover me, his forearms propping him up enough that I wasn’t completely crushed.
I hissed as he settled his jean-clad cock between my thighs, my deliciously abused pussy so sensitive I could barely breathe.
He was heavy.
But that delicious kind of heavy that only came with sex.
There was truly nothing like it.
It had been so long since I’d been intimate with someone. I lifted my knee to his hip and was rewarded with a groan from him. I reached between us for his belt again, but he grabbed my hands and dragged them up above my head.
Why didn’t he want me touch him?
He rocked against me, and a rumbling moan traveled up from the very heart of me.
He cuffed my wrists with one hand and dug under me with the other to grip my ass until each rocking motion was under his control. “You’re soaking my jeans, just like my beard.”
I shuddered, unable to string a word together at that particular moment. I shouldn’t be able to come again, for God’s sake, but I was already close again.
He drew his chin along the side of my neck and nipped at my ear. “Again, Hellcat. My name.”
“Nolan.”
“That’s it. Can you come for me again? Before I get inside you, I want to hear it one more time.”
“Nolan, I can’t.”
“You can.”
The room went sparkly white as he ground against me.
“Before you won’t want me.”
I frowned. What did he say?
But the words slipped away in the white and the undertow as I bowed up again and again. My body wasn’t my own right then.
It was his.
It was the now.
The moment between us.
He ground against me, the heavy column of his cock behind his zipper just as deadly as his mouth. My breath stalled out as the drumbeat in my head went silent as if I was falling. Then it was nothing but my shouts and him holding me down to take every bit of pleasure.
“Let me in. Let me in.” His voice was low and near-menacing.
“Yes.” I pushed at his jeans. “Inside.”
With trembling fingers, he dragged out his wallet and there was a crinkle of something.
Condom.
Thank God.
I was too far gone to want anything but him inside of me at that moment. I almost didn’t care.
Dangerous in every way.
He pushed his jeans out of the way enough and then there he was.
I jerked at the prison of his hands holding my hands above my head. I arched and writhed under him, wanting something more that I couldn’t voice. Then he was there fitting himself against my soaked slit.
Inch by inch, he filled me until there was nothing but Nolan. Until there was so much pressure and pleasure all wrapped up in one overwhelming moment.
