“Yes. I want you to.”
He went up on his knees, his hands clutching her hips as he began thrusting hard, pounding into her in a frenzy of need. His breathing ragged, his body a mass of raging need as his control broke. He hammered into her, and she’d never seen anything so erotic, except maybe a few minutes later when he crashed over the edge in a wave of ecstasy. He slammed home, and his chest heaved as he floated down. All the strength and energy drained right out of him, and he lowered down on top of her. And it was beautiful.
Her arms went around him, holding him close, her fingers threading in his hair, her lips trailing soft kisses up his neck to his ear. She felt him smile, where his cheek was pressed to hers.
“I love that,” he murmured.
“Sex?”
“No, you touching me like that.” And then he chuckled into her neck. “The sex too.”
She continued touching him softly, stroking his back and neck.
“I can’t move.” His voice was muffled against her.
“I don’t want you to.”
“Good.”
To prove her point, she wrapped her legs around him, moaning lightly when the tenderness in her thighs made itself known.
“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.” Was that pride in his voice she heard?
“Yes.” She couldn’t help the smile on her face.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“I want you to think about me being between your legs, deep in your pussy, every time you feel that tenderness.” He arched into her to underline his words, and she moaned again.
His mouth moved to her neck, and he began sucking.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
He released her with a pop, and then lifted up to grin down at her. “Marking you, baby.”
“Did you give me a hickey?”
He grinned, his eyes dropping to her neck. “Maybe.”
“What are we, sixteen?”
His thumb reached up and brushed over the mark. “It’s kind of turning me on.”
Since he had yet to pull out of her, she could tell.
He dipped his head, and his eyes skated down her body. “Maybe I’ll put some more in other places.”
“You’d better be teasing.”
He waggled his brows without answering.
****
Shades pulled out slowly, moved to his back and pulled Skylar to cuddle against his chest. He stroked his fingers absently through her hair. Now that they’d both gotten off, thoughts crowded his mind again. Life never seemed to give them a break or cut them any slack, it was like the fates were plotting against them. Fuck that. They’d make their own fate. He wasn’t letting anything get between
them again.