She screamed and shuddered against him.
A moment later he set her hips back down on his coat. He shoved his hand into his back pocket and located a condom in his wallet. Uncontrollable shivers coursed through him when he touched his swollen cock to roll on the prophylactic. He was about to pop out of his confining skin, he was so hard. He clawed at the waistband of his boxer briefs, hastily shoving them down his thighs.
“John?” he heard her ask.
He grimaced at hearing the tremble in her voice. She didn’t like it when he wasn’t touching her for long, and he understood why. “I’m right here,” he mumbled, mentally damning his pants. He couldn’t get them past his lower thighs and he was too desperate to keep trying.
“What . . . what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get my jeans off. They’ll have to stay where they are, I think,” he said, coming down over her, bracing his upper body on his hands. “I can’t wait another second to be inside you.”
“Yes.”
“I put on a condom,” he told her as he moved between her opened thighs, preparing to penetrate her.
“Thank you, I—oh, God,” she mumbled when he pressed the head of his penis into her pussy. Her heat penetrated the condom. Her flesh squeezed him, sucked at him like a hungry mouth. An overwhelming, primal mandate rose in him to mate—to mate hard and fast and well. He tilted her hips back to receive him, growling gutturally as he arrowed his cock into her clamping channel.
“Don’t resist me, honey. Try to relax.”
“I’m not resisting you,” she said in a choked voice. “I want you so much.”
He held the base of his cock with one hand, working it into her with subtle up-and-down motions. His flexed buttocks provided the steady pressure necessary for penetration, but he remained unmoving.
“You’ve got a tight little pussy,” he muttered.
“Maybe you have an exceptionally big, hard cock.” She sounded like she’d spoken between clenched teeth.
“Too much?”
“God, no.”
“Good. Because you made my cock this stiff. I’m going to have to fuck you hard.”
He didn’t really give her time to reply, although he thought the way she lifted her lower body, straining to take him deeper, might have been answer enough. His cock carved through warm, clinging flesh. He was crazed with lust and need, but he still paused when he heard her sharp cry, recognizing the sound of discomfort.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, trying to ignore the sharp, throbbing ache in his cock. The need to plunge deeper felt almost as imperative as breathing. He leaned down, using the sound of her soughing breath as his guide. He found her mouth with his. This was what he needed to find strength. She tasted so good. He licked along the top of her lip, her sweat melting on his tongue.
“Sing for me,” he whispered hoarsely.
“What?”
“Please. It’ll help to distract me.”
She sang a couple bars from “Love in the Moonlight,” her breathy, husky voice sending sharp spikes of sensation through his flesh.
It was like being submerged in a perfect sexual fantasy, one so breathtaking he’d never even dared to dream it up in his own head.
Her soft, singing voice was more than he could bear. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, wanting her to stop the torture, wishing it would go on . . . silently coaxing her to accept his total possession. He read her consent in every nuance of her straining body and passionate kiss.
He pushed back a smooth thigh until her knee was parallel to her breast, opening her body to him, demanding admission.
“Keep your knee there,” he insisted next to her lips. He released her thigh and reached between her legs. He wasn’t going to be able to take this torture much longer. His thumb found her clitoris, circling, plucking and coaxing. It was like pushing a magic button. Her flesh melted around his cock.
“That’s right,” he uttered in triumph. He flexed his hips and seated himself in her to the balls.
He immediately began to fuck her. One didn’t sit still when they were submerged in the fires of ecstasy.