She wanted to rip off the blindfold so she could see his eyes glazed over with passion, see him when he came, but she wasn’t about to risk ruining the fantasy aspect of the scene she’d carefully cultivated. The last thing she needed was to have his erection die a slow death if he got a chance to think too much.
No, she wanted him to feel, not think. And if she had her way, he was going to feel the best damn sex of his life.
She straddled him, positioning his cock between her legs. She felt him tense as the head brushed across her entrance. She smiled and eased down, slowly, teasingly.
His hands gripped her hips but she batted them away and continued her slow downward assault.
They both moaned as she engulfed him. Tight, so tight. He filled every inch of her, and still she had more to go. Never had she felt anything quite this good.
She braced herself against his chest as she rocked down on him.
“Payton…I’m not hurting you, am I?”
The concern in his voice made her smile. As she’d done before, she placed a finger over his lips. “The question is, am I going to hurt you?”
His mouth quirked underneath her finger as he grinned. “Oh, I hope to hell so. I’m a big boy. Hurt me good.”
His hands snuck up her hips again, and this time she allowed it. They glided over her belly and up to her breasts where he found her nipples.
As he squeezed and toyed with the erect nubs, she forewent the slow, measured ride she’d started and began a faster pace. His fingers tightened around her nipples, and he arched his body to meet her movements.
She cried out as he slipped deeper. An ache built within her, blooming, radiating through her senses. She loved his touch, tender, giving pleasure. She even loved his concern over hurting her, however misplaced that idea was.
She leaned forward, finding his lips, fusing her mouth to his as he gripped her hips, helping her in her ride. His fingers dug into her ass as he lifted her up and down.
“Are you with me?” he whispered into her mouth. “Because I’m close.”
Was she with him? Hell, if he didn’t come soon, she was going to leave him behind yet again.
She reached down, slid her fingers between their bodies until they stroked over her clit. She rolled the tight button and closed her eyes as her orgasm built.
“Oh, yeah, I’m with you,” she said breathlessly.
He arched his hips and began pumping upward in short, hard thrusts. She pressed harder with her fingers, rotating in a tight circle.
As he hit a spot much deeper than he had before, she exploded. Her sharp cry echoed across the room just a split second before she felt the surge of his release ripple through his body.
Once, twice more he thrust hard into her before holding her tight against him as he trembled and jerked beneath her. She slumped forward.
Slowly, his hands smoothed over her body, moving from her hips up her back in a soothing motion. He rubbed up and down and then in a circular pattern, eliciting a sigh of contentment from her as she lay snuggled on top of him.
She reached up to remove the blindfold, suddenly wanting to see the sleepy contentment in his brown eyes. He blinked as the satin fell away, and what she saw reflected in his dark orbs made her stomach clench.
Nothing lazy or contented about him. He looked hungry, aroused, like he wanted more.
He reached up to cup her face. Then he pulled her down to meet his kiss. Hot. Carnal. Ravenous.
When she finally pulled away to catch her breath, she stared down at him, studying his reaction carefully. “Like what you see?”
His gaze dropped to her body, roaming over her breasts. His hand soon followed, touching, exploring.
“Oh, I like,” he said softly.
He pulled her down once again, kissing her more gently this time. With his arms wrapped around her, he rolled them over so he was on top. Then he eased from between her legs.
“Let me get rid of this and I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
She watched as he got off the bed and slid the condom off. He walked to the trashcan and tossed it in before turning back around.
Her gaze ran appreciatively over his body. His cock, even in a state of semi-arousal was a beautiful thing to behold. She stretched, arching her body invitingly. His eyes gleamed, and he moved to the bed again.
He knelt on the end and crawled back up to straddle her knees. He bent and pressed his lips to her belly. She shivered as his warm tongue swirled around her navel.
When he looked back up at her, the hunger in his eyes had intensified.
“What do you say we start this all over again? This time I want to see every inch of you. I want to see you when I thrust into your pussy. I want to see you when you come.”
She opened her arms as he moved up her body. “Mmmm, I like the way you think.”
Wes woke with a warm, soft body curled up tight against him. One of Payton’s arms was thrown across his chest and her head was tucked underneath his chin.
He felt sated. Heavy with contentment. A killer kind of tired a man got from having knock-your-socks-off sex. Carefully, so as not to wake her up, he raised his right arm and looked at his watch.
Fuck. He had to get up now and get his ass on the road or he wasn’t going to make it home in time to change and get to work.
Regretfully, he eased away from Payton and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark as he searched for his clothes and shoes. Finally he got up and turned the light on in the bathroom, leaving the door open an inch so he could see. He returned to the bed and began pulling on his jeans.
“Going so soon?” Payton asked around a lusty-sounding yawn.
He turned back to her and slid his hand over her curvy body. “I have to be at work in an hour.”
“Then you better get going.”
He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Any chance I’ll see you again?” He cursed himself the instant it came out of his mouth. He sounded…needy.
She leaned up on one elbow as he retreated off the bed. The low beam from the bathroom bathed her in just enough light that he could see her soft, tousled body. Her hair streamed over her shoulders, and she clutched the sheet over her breasts.
“The wedding is early, and I could be persuaded to skip the reception if you were interested in meeting me back here around nine.”
“I’ll be here,” he said as he finished pulling on his jeans.
He thought about her the whole day. He operated his entire shift on half a brain. Thank goodness it was like ninety percent of all the other days in small-town Texas. Mostly boring. A few traffic stops and one domestic disturbance call that turned out to be a false alarm.
By the end of the day, he was a walking dick. He was hard-pressed to even remember the episode from twelve years ago, and he felt like a dumbass for all the angst it had caused him. He and Payton may have both been inexperienced virgins then, but she’d freaking rocked his world last night.