“Woman. Upstairs. Now. Walk.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder.
“Why? Too tempting?”
“Keep at it and I’ll fuck you against this door. The wall. Whatever.”
She bit her lip.
I stepped closer. “Later. Now, get me to a bed.”
“Yes, sir.” She went up the stairs, and I waited until she was two steps ahead before following. This had two purposes. One: I had a great view of her ass. Two: she couldn’t wiggle it against me, testing my self-control.
The second we were inside her bedroom, she walked to the vanity.
“I have condoms,” she muttered, opening a drawer.
She’d barely taken the package out when I pulled her against me, kissing her hard, losing the little self-restraint I’d shown downstairs. I’d made her come once, but that wasn’t nearly enough. I walked her backward to the bed, ripping open the condom package without looking at it. I didn’t want to be inside her just yet. I wanted to indulge in foreplay a little longer, but it was better to be prepared, just in case I lost it. That seemed very likely, especially when she sat on the bed, watching me hungrily. I handed her the condom, fisting her hair when she rolled it down my erection.
“You’re doing great, Skye, just like that.”
I climbed on her, kissing every part I could reach, then turned her on her belly because I wanted to explore her some more. Her skin was smooth and warm and begged to be licked and nipped. I moved my lips over each ass cheek, then turned her around again. I entered her, nearly losing my mind. Never in my life had anything felt so intense.
My vision was a blur. I pushed in and out, losing myself in Skye, in the way she just surrendered to me, the immense pleasure that just gripped me.
Tension concentrated behind my navel, spreading fast, gripping all my muscles until every single one was burning.
“Fuuuuck. Baby, fuck.”
I thrust even
faster, then slowed down, touching her clit, needing her to come again before I did. When she clenched tight around me, placing her heels under my ass, urging me deeper, I just couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded, grabbing the sheets, the pillow, anything in my reach, satisfied only when I heard Skye climax again.
Chapter Fourteen
Skye
“Do you want a robe, or are you good with a towel?” I asked.
“Towel’s good.”
We’d showered quickly, and I’d fastened my bathrobe as usual before realizing I hadn’t laid out a towel for Rob. I whisked one quickly from the rack and regretfully watched as he wrapped it around his lower body, covering himself up.
“I can leave it off, if you prefer,” he said with a wink.
I shrugged one shoulder. “I get to choose? Then I vote no towel.”
He tilted his head, laughing... but also dropped the towel the next second. Now that was a treat.
When we returned to the bedroom, he looked around, frowning.
“Our clothes are downstairs,” I reminded him.
“That’s right.”
I led him back to the living room, and only when I saw his clothes lying all around the place and my silk robe in a pile next to the kitchen counter did the events of the evening sink in.
Wow, that had escalated quickly. I grinned. Lately, I was all for that.