“I know I should be offended when you talk like that, but—”
I leaned in and took one perky, pink nipple between my lips. I didn’t need her to finish the sentence. Through my jeans, I could already feel how wet she was for me. I knew what my words did to her. And it was nothing compared to what the rest of me was capable of.
She shuddered against me once as I began to suck, and then her fingers were at my belt.
I shifted my hips to give her better access, and the horn sounded.
She gasped. “Oops! Sorry. That was my butt. I mean, my butt hitting your horn. Not like my butt.”
I found myself grinning against her breast. The woman was entertaining on more than just the most obvious levels.
Between the two of us, we managed to slide my jeans down to mid-thigh freeing my thr
obbing cock and only setting off the horn once more. I didn’t want to wait. I needed to be inside her and judging from the breathy little moans that were clawing their way out of her throat, Naomi was with me. I lifted her with an arm around her hips and used my other hand to guide the head of my dick right where I needed it to be, nestled against that tight, wet wonderland.
My tight, wet wonderland.
Naomi belonged to me. For now at least. And that was enough.
With both hands at her hips, I yanked her down as I thrust up, sheathing myself inside her.
She screamed my name, and I had to run through my emergency mental gymnastics to keep from coming right then and there. Her quivering pussy had every inch of my cock in a stranglehold.
I held her there, impaled on me, as my mouth rediscovered her perfect breast. I swore I could feel the echo of each hard suck in the walls that held me captive.
It felt like heaven. It felt—
“Fuck, baby,” I said, releasing her breast. “Fuck. Condom.”
She let out a low moan. “Knox, if you move a muscle, I’m going to come. And if I come—”
“You’re gonna milk mine right out of me,” I surmised.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted. The picture of ecstasy in the late afternoon sun.
I wasn’t some teenage kid. I didn’t forget protection. Hell, not only did I have a condom in my wallet like any responsible man, I also had a handful in my glove box.
“You ever—”
She shook her head before I could get the rest of the question out. “Never.”
“Me either.” I ghosted my fingers over and around her breasts.
She opened her eyes then and bit her lip. “This feels too good.”
“I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do,” I warned.
But I wanted this. I wanted to finish bare. I wanted to let loose inside her and feel our releases mix. I wanted to be the first man to go there. To plant my flag in her memory as the first of something memorable.
“I-I’m on birth control,” she said tentatively.
I let my tongue dart out to tease her other nipple. “I’m clean,” I murmured. “I can show you.”
Naomi was a data kind of girl. If she wanted a peek at my medical record, I had no problem. Especially if it meant I got to move in her, feel her ride me until she came with nothing between us.
“Okay,” she said again.
It was better than winning the fucking lottery, that feeling that lit up my chest. The knowledge that she trusted me to take care of her.