There was no going back.
“Now,” she whispered, screwing her eyes shut. “No more waiting.”
She cried out at his upward drive, tentative at first. Gauging her, taking her measure. She rolled her back and dragged her nails down the window, gripping the frame. Gripping him inside, struggling to take every inch. Silent encouragement. He was restraining himself and she couldn’t abide that. She swiveled her hips, sliding backward to envelop more of his cock with every pass.
His groan broke across her temple and his fingers dug into her breast, an implacable anchor. But she was already flying, her mind letting go as surely as her core unraveled under his deep, exploratory strokes. She loved knowing that she was opening up worlds to him, showing him things he hadn’t seen in just that way before. As he was doing for her. Nothing looked the same.
Sweat gathered along her neck, trickled down her cleavage. Blurred the eyes she couldn’t help opening in a futile effort not to lose herself to madness. She clenched the frame, drawing her knee up on the bumper, shifting to improve the angle. Oh fuck, he could go even deeper this way. He bent his knees, surging in and out, grinding into her so that her clit rubbed against the twisted fabric of her robe. Not enough. So not enough.
“God, baby. I can’t hold on.”
“Don’t.” She laced her fingers through his over her breast, locking them together over her thundering heart. His slammed beat for beat against her back with every wild thrust. “Come with me.”
“I am. Can’t. Stop.” Grasping her hip, he surged into her again, lifting her straight off her toes, driving her into the unforgiving frame of the car. She unwound in his arms, quaking around him, her throat going raw from her cries. Still he kept on, hammering into her without mercy.
“Hell yeah, baby. Just like that.”
“Your turn.”
“Yes, yes.” He came undone inside her, his hot release sending her into a new round of quivering. His long, muscled body curved over hers and he branded her name across her back with his lips, searing her flesh in spite of the fabric between them.
When the storm that had caught them both began to subside, she dropped her scalding cheek to the cold glass. He still felt hard inside her. He’d come, for fuck’s sake. Her drenched thighs could attest to that.
“Lots of years stored up,” she panted. “Otherwise there’s no way I’d still have a missile inside me. Not after that.”
He was quiet so long she thought he’d passed out. Tentatively she craned her neck, only to see him grinning at her. “A missile? Really?” He withdrew from her and pulled up his pants. Too bad he couldn’t remain naked all the time.
“A baby one. With small thrusters—” She squealed as he scooped her up in his arms and carted her to the interior door of the garage. He bent to maneuver it open and she laughed at the jockeying he had to do to keep a hold of her. “Sure you got me, tough guy?”
Kicking the door closed with a flourish, he dipped his mouth to hers. “Oh, I’ve got you. And I’m not done with you yet.” He started for the stairs.
“What does that mean?” After they reached the first floor, they continued to the second level and into her room. “You’ll take a nap and go again? That’ll teach me to make fun of your missile.” He dumped her on her stomach on the bed before crawling over her and caging her in with his arms and hips. “Which I really wasn’t—”
“Still hungry for ice cream?”
She raised a brow and tried to look over her shoulder but he fisted his hand in her hair and kept her face forward. Curiosity and renewed lust flared in her belly, heating her pussy and sensitizing her nipples all over again. “Hell yeah.”
“Then shut up.” The giggle bubbled out of her, cutting off at the drag of his hips against her ass. “Be right back,” he said, climbing out of bed.
“Back?” There was no hiding the disappointment. She kicked off her slippers in case they were part of the problem. Hard to keep it up while fucking a woman wearing cartoon slippers.
“Gotta clean these.” He waggled his fingers like a surgeon’s before shedding his pants and vanishing into the connecting room.
“Oh. Yeah. Good point.” She was so far gone she wasn’t even thinking about being covered in oil. Oil that would probably end up on her bedcovers and sheets.
A worthwhile sacrifice.
He returned quickly and resumed his position behind her. He tugged her up on her knees and slipped his hand between, pushing two fingers into her entrance. She gasped at the unexpected pleasure, twisting to get more. She rotated her butt into his groin, hoping he’d get the picture and stop the delicious hand play and switch to s
ome dick action instead. If he could. High expectations had never gotten her anywhere.
His thumb grazed her clit and she cried out, forgetting that her brother and Sara were at the end of the hall. Shit. She scrabbled for a pillow and bit down when he repeated the move in tandem with some G-spot attention. The boy was a natural. And from that huge erection riding her backside, no boy.
He jerked her hips up and laid a trail of kisses down her spine, stopping right above her cheeks. Without warning, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his thick cock, plowing into her with abandon. She shot forward on the bed, moaning into the pillow she clung to for dear life.
“God, I can’t stop touching you.” He rubbed his scalding torso against her back as if he couldn’t get close enough. It felt like he was trying to absorb her at a molecular level. His ab muscles were drum tight with his urgency. “Okay?” he gasped.
“So okay. I think your dick’s in my throat.”