He groaned. My eyes traveled over his torso, admiring the muscles and ridges along his abdomen. He kissed me, breaking my focus. Our tongues tangled. He bit at my lips and I began to think I could come from his kisses. It was the complete surrender. The way he claimed me. Loved me. His strokes hit my walls from all angles. It wasn’t long before I was begging him to let me come. I tugged against his hand, needing leverage. He had a firm clasp on my wrists. He buried himself inside me, dipping to kiss my neck.
His name was on my lips. I said it over and over as the climax surged through my body, spreading from my core to every limb. Coating my veins with heat until my toes curled, and I was blazing from the inside out.
His thrusts picked up speed. I panted, knowing I was at the beginning of another orgasm. Another spilled from the deepest recesses while Knight’s body continued to do wicked things to me. Impossible things. Dirty. Dark. Beautiful things. His eyes filled with admiration and accomplishment. The more I spiraled, the more turned on he became.
He growled against my ear. Suddenly my wrists were free. He lifted my back from the bed, scooping me toward him. My lips dragged against his. Our foreheads pressed together. His skin was damp and heated. I climbed in his lap, lifting with enough height to slide over his cock.
We both murmured words that didn’t make sense. We tried to comprehend the collision of skin. The friction that drove us wild. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he began to coax me up and down, finding a new rhythm. A new beat of music. He tugged at the corners of my lips, but the frenzy building between us was like wildfire. My head tipped back, granting him the lines of my neck.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, exploring every inch of skin he could.
A lazy smile spread on my face, knowing he was taking it all in. I offered him my nipples. He sucked and toyed with his tongue until the flames ran between my legs and I gasped.
“Just how many times can I make you come in the morning?” he taunted.
I reared toward him, pushing him backward, flat on the bed. I liked this angle.
“Trying to set a new record?” We were nothing if not competitive.
He laughed. “I’m up for the challenge. But I’m starting to lose count.”
“Bastard,” I whispered, stealing a hungry kiss as my hips ground against his. His fingers curled against my waist, sliding lower, squeezing my ass harder. I moaned loudly.
His eyes lit. “I love the dirty sounds you make,” he said with a low rumble.
“What about the ones you make?” I countered.
He growled, taking a handful of my hair, drawing my mouth toward his. “Like that?”
“Mmmhmm.” I melted into him.
“I want to stay inside this house the rest of the day and fuck you. You’re going to clear your schedule, aren’t you?”
“Oh shit.” I rasped the words as he spun me on my back. Somehow, I was in the same position we had started. I stared in his eyes. Knight hooked his arm under my knee.
“What was that?” he pressed.
I bit my lip. “No way.”
He slammed into me and I bucked at the intensity. At the fullness in which he took my body.
“Wrong answer.” He winked, withdrawing his best asset from my body.
I nodded readily. “Okay. Schedule cleared. Just do that again.”
“That’s better.” He shouldn’t be able to smile like that. It was sinful, but so sexy. His hard thick cock drove inside me again and I began to shatter with him as he fused us together. We shook in unison. We were breaking apart, holding each other together.
I didn’t know when or how it happened, but we had climbed to another level. A place I didn’t realize existed—until Knight.
Our breathing slowed as his body began to relax again.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, resting his head on my shoulder.
I giggled. “I’d say your wish was already granted.”
He chuckled. “God, you’re incredible. I was serious about my plans for the day.”
“You can’t expect me to stay in bed all day.” I eyed him. My body was humming. Singing.