“Yes!”
His fingers plucked and tugged at her clitoris. Jonas appeared to lose control, thrusting hard and deep. Suddenly he stopped and she could feel him so solid and full inside her hot pussy, filling her to the core.
“Christ, you’re tight.”
She couldn’t speak. A few more massaging circles knocked Deanna right off her axis.
“That’s it,” he breathed against her neck, “bathe my cock, kitten.”
And as if he had so much command over her, she did. This time he pulled his cock all the way out, then slammed into her. Deanna shuddered and screamed as her orgasm rushed over her. She tried to move her hands, but she couldn’t. He had her quite effectively bound. Once she settled, he released her wrists.
“Hold on to the dresser,” he demanded.
She clutched the edges in a tight grip; then Jonas drove into her, hard and fast. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered as his hips flexed. The palm of his hand pushed against her upper back, forcing her down against the cool, wood top as he pounded into her from behind. Deeper and harder with each stroke, until his balls slapped against her clit and elicited another series of moans from her.
Jonas leaned over her, covering her body with his as he pushed forward one more time. “Mine,” he ground out as he came, filling the condom with hot liquid.
He was sweating and breathing as if he’d run a marathon, their bodies sticking together with the heat of their passion. If it weren’t for the dresser digging into her hips, Deanna could have happily stayed that way forever.
She wiggled a little and Jonas let out a sigh. He stood up and pulled his cock free. Deanna desperately wanted him back. He helped her stand upright and turned her around to face him. Her legs were a little wobbly, she realized. He stared down at her, and the expression on his face was so intense it sent a rush of warmth through her. It hadn’t just been sex for him; she was sure of it.
“You’re amazing.”
Heat crept into her face. “Well, you’re not bad either.”
Jonas laughed. “You’re a mouthy little thing.”
She bit her lip and looked away. “One of my charms.”
He flicked her nose. “I’ll treasure the sight of you like this, you know.”
Curious, her gaze came back to his. “Like what?”
“Drowsy eyes, breasts a little red from my mouth.” His gaze traveled over her. “You look well loved, Deanna, and it’s the se
xiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
Not willing to let things get too weird between them, Deanna brought the conversation away from sex and onto cleanliness. “Um, thank you, but I think I’m in need of a shower.”
He nodded and grabbed her hand, then started to walk to the far side of the room. She saw him open a door and flip on a light. This room, like the bedroom and living area, was also all manly and modern. “You and Wade need a decorator.”
He snorted. “Don’t like the décor?”
“It’s nice, but there’s too much black and steel.”
When he went to the shower, turned the knobs, and tested the water, she began to get a little antsy. He moved to dispose of the condom—which she hadn’t even remembered him putting on—then stepped into the tub and held out a hand to her.
Deanna let him entwine their fingers and stepped under the hot spray. As she closed her eyes and savored the feel of the hot water and big, hard man, Deanna felt fingers against her ass, cupping and stroking. She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder. “You can’t possibly be ready to go again.”
“Your ass is a thing of beauty. I’m thinking of building a shrine for it.”
She laughed. “You like my butt that much, huh?”
“I’ve stared at it about a million times. Still, I have to admit, I like it a hell of a lot better without anything obstructing my view.”
The praise, since it came from Jonas, went straight to her heart. “Going around naked could get me into trouble, though, don’t you think?”
“Yes, because then other men would see it and I’d have to kill them. That’d suck.”