“Seriously?” she asked, her lips curving into a smile I wanted to kiss.
Beneath the blanket, Saylor snuggled into my body, the curve of her gorgeous round butt pressed against my dick which was begging for more action. As innocent as that might have felt to her, it did nothing but rouse turmoil in me. I adjusted my position with reluctance because I needed to think. There was so little time before I returned to London and I wanted to take our relationship out of the friends-with-benefits zone and into something more exclusive before I got on that plane.
“Seriously. I’m jealous. Any guy would be. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to simply lie here as you wiggle your butt against me, as you gaze at me wearing your pretty smile and ask me ‘seriously’? All I want to do is explore every inch of you with my hands, my mouth, and, let’s be honest here, my dick. No joking. I want to make you mine, Saylor.”
“Do it,”she mouthed to me. At least, that’s what I lip-read, but I had to be certain.
“I didn’t hear that.”
“Do it, Hunter. Whatever you want. Tonight, my body’s yours.”
“I don’t want to coerce you out of your vow of sologamy. Are you sure this is in the rules? Fact is, I care about you too much to have you wake up tomorrow with regrets.”
“I think I get to write my own rules, and now you’re backing away.” She tapped my nose with her finger.
I dug my cock into the flesh of her thigh. “Does this feel as though I’m backing away? No. But I care about you too much to fuck up what we have.”
Saylor’s mouth slid along my jaw and up to my ear. “You can fuck me up all you want, Hunter,” she said in a sexy whisper.
Lust, and something wider, more profound, roared through me, obliterating all thoughts of the other people I should be considering instead of blindly going after what I wanted.
“Let’s warm you up,” I said, tugging off her clothes. We were under luxurious, soft blankets alongside a blazing fire, but there still wasn’t a lot between us and the falling snow. I slid my hand down her body and found the heat and wet between her legs.
“Yeah, that’s the spot,” she murmured. “I’ve been desperate for this since I had a taste of you in the kitchen.”
“Likewise. Damn, no condoms.”
“I’m on birth control.” She was panting already as I rubbed her clit with my thumb and stroked her entrance.
“I’m clean, Saylor. I’d never harm you.”
“Good. Don’t make me regret my trust in you.”
“You won’t be regretting anything. That’s a promise.” I shoved two fingers inside and her pussy grabbed them like a lifeline. “Tell me how you like to be fucked.”
“Hard. Like you mean it.”
I rolled her on to her back and climbed between her legs. The head of my dick left a wet trail inside her thighs until I stopped with it poised at her entrance. We locked eyes and she nodded. I thrust into her deep and fast and she responded with a groan that sounded as though it was wrestled from her throat. “Like that?” I asked.
“Yeah, fuck.”
The heat and fit of her astounded me. “Tell me again why we waited so long to do this?”
“Some crazy reason I’ve forgotten already.”
“Good, because this pussy is mine.” I pulled out and shoved into her again, forcing a long groan from her. “And this cock is yours.”
“That’s right,” she said.
“Perfect.” I pulled her leg high around my waist, holding it there as I pumped into her. The blanket slipped from my back, the cold air a balm to my heated skin. “Not too hard?” I asked.
“Never.”
“Good.” I slid a hand between us and found her swollen nub, wet with the mingled juice of our arousal. I rubbed her until her walls tightened around my cock then I pulled my hand away and pushed my fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
She licked and sucked like a hungry lamb.
“That’s it, keep sucking and use your hand to touch yourself.”