After how fast he got rid of her clothes, she wasn't surprised to see him divest himself of his pants in the blink of an eye. Then his lips captured hers and all rational thought fled, replaced by want and need.
Chapter Eighteen
Sliding his rock-hard cock inside her wetness, Hank drove deep into her pussy. She embraced his dick, massaging it with every stroke, and within moments he was on the edge of coming. Long, lean legs wrapped around his waist and her round ass filled his hands as he urged her body to slow down so they could make it last. The tips of her mocha-colored nipples rubbed against his chest. Her luscious lips on his throat made him want to forget his attempts to draw out the pleasure.
Her heels dug into the small of his back as she arched back, grinding her pussy against his cock. Fuck. If she kept that up, there was no way he would last another five minutes.
“Slow down, baby. I want to enjoy you.”
“I thought you were.” Her movements slowed but didn't stop and she swerved her hips in one direction then the other in a carnal figure eight.
“Oh God, Beth, not for much longer if you keep doing that.”
Her unguarded laughter, so sweet and sexy at the same time, nearly sent him over the edge. He'd thought he had it bad for her before, when he didn't know what he was missing. Now that he did, there was no way he'd let her go. Shit, he was a fool for taking so long to realize it.
Hating himself, but knowing he had to do it, he withdrew. He grasped her narrow waist and pushed her against the door. Damn, she was beautiful. Her brown hair, going in all directions, brushed against her shoulders, hiding her long and delicate neck.
“Hank?”
“Shhhhh.” He slid his hands up from her waist, inching them across her warm brown skin and up to her tits. High and round, they filled his palms as if his hands were made for holding them. “Let me touch you.”
Rolling her nipples between his fingers elicited a low moan from her parted lips. Encouraged, he tugged them gently and dipped his head down to circle one nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He'd never heard sweeter music than her groan.
Wanting to touch her everywhere at once, he forced himself away from her nipples. His tongue glided downward, stopping an inch higher than the start of her trim bush. She shivered under his hands when he kissed her there, his hands skimming across her hips, pulling her lower body closer to his needy mouth.
Bringing his thumbs to her wet lips, he spread them wide, exposing her clit. He flicked it with his tongue, tasting her, memorizing the moment. Using his last vestige of patience, he savored her essence, not wanting this to end but knowing he wouldn't make it much longer before he had to bury himself within her welcoming pussy once more.
As if she understood his quandary, Beth pushed his head away. “Fuck me now, Hank. I need to feel you inside me.”
He wanted nothing more, but they couldn't. “I don't have a condom.”
A shadow appeared in the depths of her eyes for a moment, before she blinked it away. “You don't have to worry.”
“You're on the Pill?”
She blinked again. “No need to worry about babies with me.” She claimed his mouth, her tongue wanting entrance and her body demanding so much more.
He picked her up, raising her high enough to straddle him. Flipping around so it was his back against the door, he leaned against the wood. Hands gripping her hips, he moved her up and down on his standing cock. So good. She felt so good against him and around him.
Beth b
raced herself on his shoulders and undulated. He couldn’t wait; he already had played on the edge for too long. Already his balls were tight, ready to spill.
The slap of their bodies meeting filled his ears and a musky scent surrounded them. Her body, so warm and smooth underneath his palms, pushed him to go faster but he wanted to draw it out a little bit longer, just a little bit longer. He could make it last. Hold her longer. Bring her closer. Make her his. But then her body stiffened and her wetness squeezed his cock as she came. Her orgasm milked his cock and he gave in.
As they stood, bodies locked together, Hank realized he'd never felt so alive. Damn. Maybe a trip to the Little Elvis Wedding Chapel wasn't out of the question.
He searched his mind for doubts and found none. This was right. He'd known it for years. Now he just had to convince her.
“Beth… Honey, you and me, we fit. You've got to see it now.”
She stiffened in his arms, but not in ecstasy this time. Something was different in how she held herself as she lowered her feet to the ground and stepped away from him. There was no mistaking the guarded look behind her thick eyelashes.
His stomach knotted.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
Her carefully worded question, delivered so softly, threw him. Was it the job? Not every woman wanted to be with a man in law enforcement. “Are you asking about the job?”