He dipped his fingers inside her, his dick flexing at the feel of all that warm flesh tightening around his fingers, and he sucked her clit into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Oakley gasped and her hold on his head went painfully tight. He loved it, loved the feel of her losing her control.
He stroked slow and deep inside and nipped her skin again, knowing his woman liked a dose of pain with her pleasure.
“Oh, God.” Oakley’s voice was muffled above him, her thighs clamped over his head.
“Come for me, mama,” he said, curving his fingers inside her.
She cried out, gritty and loud, and her muscles fluttered around his fingers. Her rise and fall were quick—an orgasm after a long break, sharp and spiked.
He slid her legs from his shoulders, kissing her thigh as he sat up. Normally, he’d give her a second to catch her breath, but he knew what he felt like after a long break. The first orgasm just made you hungrier for another. He reached for the button on his jeans and opened his fly. But as he was shoving his pants down, a sobering thought smacked him. “Fuck.”
Oakley lifted her head, her eyes still a little glazed from the orgasm. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any condoms with me.”
“Got it.” She arched her back, grabbing her purse off the side table and digging through it. She pulled out a chain of foil packets. “Brand-new, non-expired. I promise.”
He grinned as he ripped one of the packets open and rolled on the condom. “Well, weren’t you optimistic? What if I would’ve said I’d totally gotten over you?”
She shrugged. “This is Vegas. I’ve heard the male escorts here are the hottest in the country.”
He laughed and pinched her hip. “Smart-ass.”
“Hey, not all of us have groupies lining up for free services,” she said, trying to pull off a teasing tone but not quite succeeding.
He frowned and leaned down, bracing his arms on each side of her. “There’ve been no groupies, mama.”
Her eyes were serious as they met his. “It’s okay if there were. We weren’t together. I know how things can be …”
He sighed. “Honesty, right?”
She wet her lips. “Yeah.”
He bent down and pressed his forehead to hers. “There have been no other girls. You’ve ruined me. Everything seems empty and ridiculous if it’s not you there with me.”
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. “I know what you mean.”
He put his lips to hers, taking her mouth in a languorous kiss, and she reached between their bodies. When her hand wrapped around his cock, he groaned into her mouth.
He thought she was about to guide him inside her, but instead her fingers found the base of his condom. She rolled it up and off him.
He broke away from this kiss. “What are you doing?”
She slid her fingers over his bare cock. “I got on the pill after you left. If there’s been no one else, I want you inside me, Pike. Skin to skin.”
He closed his eyes, inhaling a harsh breath at how good her hand felt and at the trust she was putting in him. He’d told her he hadn’t been with anyone, and she hadn’t questioned it. That untwisted something inside him, opening doors he didn’t even know had been locked. He traced his hand down her side and grabbed her thigh, opening her to him.
He’d never gone bare in a woman. And now he was happy he hadn’t. His list of conquests and bad behavior was long, but he still had a few things he could offer just to Oakley. “You’ll be my first. Bet you never thought those words would come out of my mouth.”
She smiled, dazzling him with the emotion in her eyes. “I’d much rather be your last.”
His lungs squeezed at that, but he didn’t want to read too much into her statement. He was okay taking this one step at a time. He wouldn’t rush her this time. “I love you, mama.”
“I love you, too.” She guided her hands up to his face, cupping his jaw. “Now fuck me, Pike.”
He laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
He positioned himself against her entrance, hooked her leg around his hip, and pushed forward. Sound rumbled through him low and long as her wet heat enveloped him, taking him inside her body with a cashmere grip. “Fucking hell.”