He made a huff of sound at the words and then another when she gave him a little lick. Before he could respond or even work out what was happening, she had her whole mouth around his erection and was sucking hard.
His back arched up involuntarily and he rasped, “Damn, Taylor, I’m going to—”
He came before he finished the warning with a rush of hot pleasure, letting out the howl he’d been trying to stifle before.
His body felt good—incredibly good—as the spasms faded. Relaxed. Tingling. Deeply satisfied. His eyes were closed, and his fingers with still fisted in the bedding.
But he was also rather embarrassed.
“Uh, sorry about that,” he said, finally opening his eyes.
Only to see Taylor had straightened up and was watching him with warm, sparkling eyes. Her shoulders were shaking slightly.
He sighed and shook his head. “You can laugh. It’s perfectly fine and won’t hurt my feelings.”
She did laugh. A warm, rippling sound he could feel in his chest. She stroked his softening shaft as she asked, “How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”
“A while.”
“Six months?”
“Longer.”
“Eight months.”
“Longer.”
She rubbed her hands back up to his chest. “Has it been a year, Charles?”
“Not quite. But I told you it’s been a while. If you give me a few minutes, I’m sure we can get going again, unless you’d prefer to laugh at me.”
“I’d prefer to do both if that’s all right with you.”
The genuine warmth on her face was irresistible since he was used to her perpetual scowl. He found enough energy to flip them over so he was poised above her. “That’s fine with me. Laugh away. I’ll be doing something else.”
The question on her face transformed into a look of startled pleasure as he kissed a line down her neck and teased that spot at her pulse she liked the most. She responded as quickly and as deeply as she had back in the living room. It wasn’t long before her teasing had changed into gasps and whimpers from his intimate ministrations.
He worked on her neck and breasts and beautiful tight stomach for a while but then moved up to her mouth, kissing her slow and tender and purposeful. She seemed surprised again and strangely hesitant about it, but her mouth and body softened just as perfectly as before to the kiss. Like she didn’t understand why he was doing it but she loved how it made her feel.
It was heady. Intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of her eager mouth and pretty moans. He was hard again long before he was finished kissing her.
After a while, her body was rocking like a wave beneath him, mirroring the motion of sex. So he took her with his hand again, the way he had back in the other room, pumping his fingers into her tight, wet heat as he kissed her hard and deep, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hand.
She came into the kiss, the way she had before, nearly sobbing from the sensations but unwilling to pull away from his mouth.
Her hips kept moving. She wanted more. And his patience was evidently at an end.
“Hold on,” he said, thick and low. “Let me put on a condom.”
“Hurry up.” Her cheeks were deeply red. Her eyes hungry, almost wild.
He moved as quickly as he could while still being careful. He tried to say something clever but couldn’t form the words. When he’d secured the condom, he parted her legs even farther so he could line himself up.
She wrapped her legs around him as he slowly eased himself in. She was tight and hot even through the condom. It felt so good he closed his eyes and turned his head to recover his control.
“More,” she gasped. “Damn it, Charles. I need more.”
“I know. I’m going to give you more. Just give me...” He sucked in a few breaths and sank deeper. He was holding himself up on both arms, and they were nearly shaking from the effort of restraint. He would have thought that coming earlier would have taken the edge off, but it hadn’t. He wanted her so much—needed this so deeply—that he was on the verge of losing it again. Already.
“Oh God!” She’d arched her back and squeezed her thighs. Her eyes had fallen shut. “Oh God, Charles, you feel so good inside me. I need you to take me. Fuck me. Please.”
He grunted—the only sound he could form at the moment—and started to pump his hips. He’d been planning to start slow and careful so he could make it really good for her. Make it last. But as soon as he started to thrust, instinct and primitive need took over. And before he knew it, he was pushing into her hard and fast and she was moving with him eagerly. They were shaking the bed, and the noise of the headboard banging rhythmically felt raw and carnal and primal. He liked it. He wanted to keep doing it.
She was beyond words now too, clawing at his back and ass and gasping out repeated sounds just as loudly as he was. He was pretty sure she came again when the sounds turned into ragged sobs. She squeezed him so tightly with her legs that he had to slow down.
“Oh my God, I could do this all night with you,” she said hoarsely, stroking his damp, hot face.
“Sounds about right to me.” He was pleased—and a little surprised—that he managed to sound so lucid.
“Here, since you’ve been such a good boy, you can have a little treat.” She pushed him up to give herself room to turn over onto her stomach and then lifted onto her hands and legs.
Charles gulped at the sight of her gorgeous, tight, rounded ass.
“Don’t you like this position?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Of course I like it.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He checked the condom before he got onto his knees and entered her from behind. The lull had helped him recover some control, so he was able to start off slower, more rhythmic. She learned his motion quickly, pushing back against his thrusts. Her hair hung down over her shoulders, swinging back and forth.
Her breasts were jiggling too. He made sure his head was turned so he could see them. He loved the way his thrusts made them move.
He took her that way until she came again, and the feel of her inner muscles clenching around his penetration was all he could take. He fell out of rhythm. He grabbed her little ass with both hands and pushed into her hard and fast.
Her elbows buckled and her upper body fell to the mattress, leaving only her hips in the air. The change of angle made him let out a short bellow. It felt even better this way.
She was smothering her loud cries into a pillow as he mounted toward climax. Then he was coming, letting everything go in a wave of deep release.
He came in several hard spurts and kept rocking against her bottom, even as he started to come down. She was shaking, whimpering. And for a moment he was worried she was crying.
Forgetting his own satisfaction, he reached down to turn her head away from where it was buried in the pillow.
There were tears on her face but nothing but a matching satisfaction in her expression. “Oh my God, Charles. I didn’t think my body could feel that way. I’m totally blown away.”
“Me too,” he admitted, relaxing now that he could see she’d enjoyed it just as much as he had. He carefully pulled himself out and took care of the condom. The distraction helped. He felt more like himself when he returned from her bathroom and sat down on the side of the bed.