grinding against sensitive nerves inside her channel and her rigid clit. Even their faces touched, every single moment, cheeks rubbing, lips sliding then connecting. This fuck was more personal than anything she’d ever experienced, and the intimacy scared her just a little. Which oddly shot her arousal through the stratosphere.
“Jesus,” he whispered in her ear before her bit her lobe. “I want to crawl right inside your body. You feel so fucking good— hot, tight .”
“You’re there. All the way up. And I’m close,” she said, nipping his shoulder. “Don’t wait on me.”
Huffing out a hot breath, he gave her a long glide, then several shorter, sharper thrusts. “I wanted to do everything right. Had it planned in my head—all the things I’d do.”
“We’ve got a week,” she said, clawing at his back then pinching the muscles framing his spine. “Give it to me hard.” She scissored her legs, sliding her calves along his sweaty skin, trying to climb him, trying to pump her hips to urge him to move faster, harder.
He pulled his arms free, then grabbed hers, sliding his hands until he manacled her wrists and drew her arms high above her head. “Loosen your legs, baby. Let me move.”
Ooh, I like how growly his voice is . She opened them wide, toes curling, as he got his knees beneath him and began to power into her body.
Inside, her channel convulsed, rippling along his big shaft. Pleasure curled in her womb, tightening, tightening…
She gasped, and then let out a cry as he pounded her. A wave of ecstasy stole her breath and her mind, and she thrashed her head, side to side, mewling, powerless to hold back a satiated sound or hide her pleasured expression.
His features were taut, eyes glittering, and then he bared his teeth and threw back his head as he gave her two more powerful strokes then held still, his cock erupting against her cervix.
Gasping, she felt the flood of their mixed fluids fill her, nearly scalding as it gushed. He slowed his motions, but continued to rock his upper torso, relaxing and sinking her into the bed.
At last, they rested. Done in. Breaths rasping from opened mouths. She drew a deep breath through her nostrils, loving the scent of sex and his musk. She licked his neck, taking his salty taste into her mouth, before she glided her cheek there and cuddled closer.
When his hips stopped moving, he cradled her butt in his hands and raised his head. “We should sleep.”
“We should.” Maybe so I can process what I’m feeling . But already, her pussy squeezed around him, instinctively holding him inside her body, wanting him close.
He rolled to his side, keeping their bodies locked.
Letting out a sigh, she rested her head on his well-toned bicep.
With a fingertip, he slid a lock of a hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. Then his gaze bored into hers. “Spend the week with me.”
Piper thought about her op. There wasn’t anything to do other than clean house— House Rule #2 , according to Alana’s scribbled list. But her remaining time, as she and Calvin waited for their mark to drop in, was hers to do with what she pleased—so long as she didn’t lose the essential tether of the cell phone. “I’ve nothing better to do,” she said, smiling as she ran a hand over his shoulder.
He gave a grunt. “Then it’s settled.”
She slid a thigh over his hip. “You said you’ve been thinking of all the things you wanted to do. Is it like a wish list?”
His mouth stretched. “More like a To Do list I have to check off.”
“Been thinking about that list long?”
“Since I met you.”
A thrill went through her. “So, it’s specific…to me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She liked the way his eyelids dipped when he said that. His nostrils flared again. And deep inside, his cock had begun to thicken and pulse against her walls. “Want to share a few of those items?”
He placed a palm alongside her cheek and rubbed the pad of a thumb over her