Page 85 of Boomer
With a ravaging cry, her hands curled into his hair, holding him there, returning each shove with her own. He kept at it, groaning around her, needing her in his mouth, needing her sounds, her breath, the very life of her, breath shaking, heart pounding like it was trying to burn its way out of his chest.
“Taylor,” he choked, voice rough with awe. “You feel like…everything.”
She cradled his jaw again, eyes locked on his. “That’s because youare.”
He sucked in a heated breath around her words and that enticing, delicious peak, and for a moment, he thought he was going to lose the battle in this pleasure-soaked war, but he dug deep, shifted his attention to how to wire a breaching charge, took his mind away from his dick.
His mouth found hers again, not hungry this time but avid. Slow. Like he needed to relearn every shape of her lips, memorize every flick of her tongue.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs. He groaned against her mouth.
His hips drove into her with controlled force, each thrust deep and deliberate, like he needed to feel all of her—every inch, every shiver, every squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, voice shredded. The heat of her enveloped him, tight and slick, dragged a groan from deep in his chest. Pleasure slammed through him, thick and pulsing, so good it bordered on unbearable. He buried himself again, harder this time, chasing that edge.
Not just for release but because being inside her like this felt like coming home to something he didn’t know he’d lost.
She touched his face, thumb brushing the line of his jaw. “You’re so hard, so beautiful.”
He kissed her again, deeper, slower, and his hand slid down, across her breast, over the soft slope of her stomach, until he found the wet heat between her thighs.
She wassoaked. He groaned low, a filthy, male sound. “Fuck, Taylor….”
“Carter,” she gasped.
He circled her clit with the pad of his thumb, watching her fall apart beneath him, her head tipping back, her hips lifting, her hands clenching the sheets. He delved deep, his dick thick and aching, kissing her neck. Her collarbone. The swell of her breast. Then he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked deep, tongue hot and deliberate. She cried out, clutching him harder, her thighs locking tighter around his hips. He didn’t stop. He thrust into her again, slow, deep, a drag of heat and tension that made her whole body tremble. Then again, harder, absorbing her response, her cry. His rhythm built with purpose, measuredbut growing, every stroke claiming more of her, every flex of his hips a silent vow…mine. He didn’t hurry. But he didn’t relent.
His fingers worked her slowly, steadily, until her legs trembled and she gasped his name, hips jerking beneath him while he moved over her like a man finally allowed to feel. Smoothing his hands up along the back of her calves, he gradually eased her legs wider and wider apart to make room for him in between, pulling out of her.
He moved down her body, knowing what she wanted, what she needed. When he reached the heart of her, her sex soft and swollen, he parted her and caressed her with his tongue. She arched her hips against his mouth, seeking and silently begging for release.
He closed his eyes and groaned, doubling his efforts to give her what she was craving while his cock, caught between his hips and the mattress, throbbed and ached to be back inside her.
He drew her core into his mouth, used his tongue to stroke her and increase her pleasure. Her fingers knotted tighter in his hair, and a soft moan escaped her. With heat and intent, he continued his erotic assault.
She inhaled sharply, jolted against him in response, then succumbed as her orgasm crested and she moaned, surrendering to the powerful rush of sensation rippling through her and against his tongue.
He nudged her legs wide apart, slid up over her delectable body, settling between her toned thighs. She splayed her palms on his chest, glided them up and over his biceps several times, then to his shoulders and around his neck, arching against him, and hooked her calves against the back of his thighs, urging him back inside.
He pulled back just enough to look down between them, guiding his cock to her entrance, dragging the thick head through her slickness, coating himself in her arousal.
He buried himself deep inside her, every inch of his body tuned to hers, pressing every pressure point with instinct and intention. Her breasts, her lips, her slick, pulsing core, all of it begged to be known, and he knew her now. Mapped her like terrain. Studied her like a charge that mattered.
His cock slid deep, slow, like it belonged there, like a charge perfectly fitted to the load.
He lingered. Pressed. Felt her flutter around him. She made a sound. Soft. Shattering. It cut through him like a live wire, driving straight into the center of his control.
He wanted to thrust, to pound into her until she was wrecked and glowing and wrecked again.He wanted to detonate her and feel her come undone in their blast radius.
“Boomer… what… I can’t… oh, please…”
The words anchored him. Tempered him. Made him dig deep, drawing on the same restraint that kept him steady over live charges and razor-thin lines between life and death.
Thrusting deep, he found that place, the one that made her tense, gasp, whimper. He knew what she needed. Knew how to guide her there. His thumb circled slowly. His hips rolled deeper. His cock pressed into that sweet, swollen spot, the one that made her legs shake.
“Explode for me, darlin’…” he whispered, voice thick with heat and promise. “I know how to fuck you where you can’t fight it. Let go. Give it to me. I’ve wanted it since the second I saw you. Let me in, all the way. Let me fuck you until you give me everything.”
Her breath caught. Her body arched. His words lit the fuse. She cried out, her body undulating, the tremors of her tight sheath vibrating with her powerful orgasm.
Taylor reared up and twisted to her knees, dislodging him and pushing him back against the headboard in a move he loved but hadn’t expected. She took control, distracting him with thesoft press of her lips to his chest and the hot, damp trek of her lush mouth skimming its way down to his stomach as she moved lower, then lower still. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” she whispered.
