“Come here,” he urged, must softer now, helping me to stand upright again and turn back around without toppling over when all the blood rushed back to the rest of my body.
His jeans were already down around his ankles, and his cock was sitting proudly against his stomach as he stripped his T-shirt off over his head, stretching his body out and leaving me standing there with my jaw hanging open like it was something I’d never seen before. Because damn, every time I got a look at this man’s body, I became more and more entranced.
I swear the man should be on fucking magazines, or Playgirl, or even book covers or something. He was just too damn perfect to be real to be here with me.
“You just gonna stand there, pretty girl?” he asked, snapping me from my perving session and bringing my eyes to his face. His hand curled around his cock, and he gave it a few firm tugs before I couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped my thong down my legs.
Eagle groaned in appreciation as I placed my knees in the slim spaces either side of him, my pussy bumping his length and making me gasp. His hands made quick work of my tank top, tossing it behind me, followed closely by my bra which he managed to flick off in a record of two seconds, with one hand.
He immediately grabbed each of my breasts, one in each hand and sat forward, flicking at each nipple with his tongue. I squirmed, he fucking loved it, moving back and forth between each until I was writhing and grinding against him and moaning his name in a mixture of need and annoyance.
One hand moved, hooking around my neck and drawing my mouth down to his, while the other hand grabbed his length and lined it up with my pussy which was now completely soaked with need. As soon as it was where I wanted it, his hand slipped out, and I dropped myself right down to the hilt making us both pull back.
“Fucking hell,” he hissed through his teeth while my mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath. “Damn it, Sky, you trying to kill me?”
I gasped, pushing my body back up and dropping right back down again. I grabbed hold of his shoulders, and Eagle’s hands went to my waist as if he was going to try and slow me down, but instead, Eagle just held me there while he lifted his hips, driving himself a little fucking further.
I threw my head back, my long hair tickling down my spine. “I just got you,” I murmured. “Killing you would destroy the whole reason I was a blubbering mess earlier.”
“Damn straight,” he growled, obviously finding it hard to keep his control as I began to move up and down on his cock—slowly, so damn slowly. I felt him move, and a shudder vibrated through my body when I felt his beard brush against my throat, his lips moving across my skin, not kissing, just a gentle caress which somehow seemed so much more intense, so much more intimate. He traced my collarbone, and just as he tried to pull back, I hooked my arm around his neck, holding him tightly against me as I rode him, my pace becoming faster and faster. His hands moved from my hips, his arms circled my waist as he helped, tugging me up and down, helping me find a rhythm that instantly sparked the fire in my belly to roar.
“Eagle,” I moaned, his hips moving in time with mine, the both of us pushing toward each other, our bodies burning up.
“Damn it,” he cursed, and I screamed, latching onto him as he pushed to his feet, his cock still buried deep inside me, as he turned to the wall and slammed my back against it, almost knocking the air from my lungs.
Suddenly, he was in control, and I could only hold on for the ride as he used the wall for leverage to hold my body, the angle forcing his thrusts to hit right in the perfect spot. I threw my head back, slamming it against the hard wall while my body began to shake as my orgasm swept over me like a tsunami, stealing my breath and leaving me gasping.
“Eagle!” I rasped.
“Yes, baby,” he growled right in my ear as he slammed me against the wall, pinning me there, the both of us fighting for air as he came.
I could tell his legs were shaking, and I tried to climb down, but he just held me tighter and somehow maneuvered us across the room to the bed without his still rock hard cock slipping from inside me. I clung to him as he threw us both onto the bed, still tangled in each other’s arms and shuddering with aftershocks, the movements almost enough to hit that fucking amazing spot again and set me off.
“See what happens when you be a damn smart ass,” he groaned, nipping at my arms where they were still wrapped around his neck.
“We both know that I’m a smart ass every day, and that has never happened before,” I muttered, suddenly feeling like I was too hot and sticky.
He snorted. “I’ve been keeping a tally.”
“How many before I get that kind of sex again?”
“Twenty,” he answered with a chuckle.
I pulled back, looking him right in the eye with a grin. He shook his head, he knew it was coming.
“How do you get through the airport with those abs of steel?”
“That’s one.”