Page 60 of Coast

My gaze flicked up to his as my fingers undid his button. The intensity that looked down at me had my belly quivering.

I worked his zipper down, then pushed the material down off his hips.

A smile tugged at my lips to find him completely bare underneath. Because he was exactly that kind of chaotic and careless. Couldn’t even be bothered to put on underwear in his haste to get dressed.

It gave me one less barrier to have to deal with.

My hand teased up his thigh as I leaned forward, my hair tickling over his skin, dragging a little shiver out of him justbefore my hand closed around his length, stroking him to the base.

His rumble of need had my own ratcheting up as I teased my tongue across the head of his cock.

Coast’s hand slapped down on my shoulder, fingers curling in, almost to the point of bruising.

His fragile grip on his self-control only made me want to make him lose it completely.

My lips closed around him, sucking down his length.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand slipping up my shoulder to thread into the hair at the base of my neck, curling it around his fist as I started to slide up and down his cock.

His groans and hisses of pleasure had me working him faster, taking him deeper, wanting him to know the same pleasure he’d shown me.

But before I could get that, his hand was twisting in my hair, sending little currents of pain across my scalp until I had no choice but to move back, to let him slide from between my lips.

His eyes were stormy pools as he arched my head back then reached out to run his thumb across my lower lip.

His hand released my hair.

Then he was leaning down, grabbing me behind the knees, and tossing me back on the mattress.

Amusement and desire mingled as I bounced.

But as he grabbed then rolled on protection, all I felt was need clawing at me.

Coast climbed up on the bed near my feet, lips pressing in at the side of my ankle, calf, knee, thigh, hip, then up my belly.

Every inch of me felt like it was buzzing, sizzling, sparking into a fire that threatened to blaze through me completely.

His hair danced over my skin as his tongue traced up my neck just before his lips claimed mine.

His weight pressed down on me. Heavy, comforting, welcome. And my arms and legs went around him automatically, wanting him close, refusing to let him go.

His lips bruised into mine. Mine pressed back in turn.

Then his hips were grinding down, and his thick length glided against my cleft, dragging a deep moan from me as my hips rocked up into the sensation, needing more.

Coast gave me what I needed, moving his hips in a rocking motion, driving me effortlessly up as his tongue teased mine.

My nails dug lines down his back as my heels dug into his ass, using him as leverage to press harder against him, to get more of what my body was crying out for.

Coast’s lips ripped from mine as his hips dipped, then surged, thrusting deep into me with one hard stroke that had my moan catching in my throat.

“Fuck,” Coast groaned, resting his forehead against mine, trying to find some control.

I didn’t want him to.

I wanted him wild and reckless.

I wanted him in his purest form.

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