Page 50 of Legends: Easton
A moan escaped her throat, her breathing coming in heavy pants. She could think of nothing but his mouth on her body and how nothing else she’d experienced felt as delicious.
She was grateful for his strength when he held her up with one arm. The other moved his hand up to cup her breast, his fingers molding the flesh against his palm. His mouth found the nipple to her other breast. He suckled, nipped, and laved at the bud until Bailee writhed against him.
Her hands landed on his waist, and she fingered the material of his T shirt before sliding underneath. The hard lines of his six pack were enough to make her moan again, never mind the wonderful things he was doing to her with his mouth.
“You’re…overdressed.”
He raised his head with a shit-eating grin, planted another bone-melting kiss on her mouth, then stepped back. He grabbed the back of his shirt at the neck and whipped it over his head.
“Oh,” she whispered, her eyes sweeping the expanse of his broad chest. His pics and abs were well-defined, speaking to the work he put in toning the muscles.
His fingers deftly flicked open the button on his jeans, and she was unable to look away. He drew down his zipper, revealing a hint of his red boxer briefs and the considerable bulge behind them.Oh, my!
Her tongue snaked out to lick her dry lips, and Easton’s eyes narrowed. He slid his jeans and underwear down gradually over his ass, down his firm thighs, over muscled calves, to the ground. He stepped out of them while Bailee’s brain stopped working.
“If you’re not all in, now’s the time to say so. It’s about to be the point of no return for me.”
“I’m all in. But no slow and gentle for me. I want it fast and hard andnow.” She was a bit too hasty in her reply. She should be stringing him along a bit more, drive him as crazy as he was driving her or at least attempt to. But all she could think about was feeling his body next to hers again as soon as humanly possible.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands locked behind his neck and pulled his head down into a heated kiss. She wasn’t aware they moved until the mattress rose up to meet her back, and Easton’s body covered hers.
He shifted to one side without ending their kiss. His hand caressed her belly before reaching to the apex between her legs. Her body raised to meet his touch, her moan communicatingher need. His fingers slid between her folds, teasing her clit and making her hips buck.
When he pulled away, his chest heaved as he grinned down at her. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she gasped. “In me. Now.”
He slid a finger into her channel, and her pelvis ground against his hand. “Hmmmm, so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
Bailee squirmed. “Quit playing around. I’m ready for you.” Her hand found his shaft and closed around it. Giving it a firm squeeze, she flashed her own grin as he rolled his eyes back. “Looks like I’m not the only one ready.”
“Condom,” he choked out.
He left her long enough to retrieve one from his wallet. Sliding it on, he stroked his impressive erection a couple of times before returning to the bed. She gripped his shoulders, kissed him, and lined her entrance with the tip of his cock.
With one smooth thrust, he entered her. Her head fell back, ending their kiss. Her breath escaped her throat in a rush at the intoxicating feeling of him buried deep inside her.
“So good,” he rasped.
Then he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The friction flooded her body with ecstasy, and her hips moved in rhythm with his. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her orgasm built. The sensation was amazing and overwhelming at the same time.
“Oooh, Easton!”
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come.”
And she did. Her orgasm crested, and she shattered in his arms, stars sparking behind her eyes. She cried out with theintensity, riding the wave as Easton continued to move inside her. As she started to come down from the high, Easton jerked her hips up and closer to him, startling a cry from her throat. He slammed back into her, the change in angle sending waves of pure bliss coursing through her body.
“Too much,” she gasped as a second orgasm built on the heels of the one she hadn’t yet recovered from.
“Not for us, baby,” he panted. “Never too much.”
His thumb pressed against her clit, working the bundle of nerves mercilessly. This time when her orgasm slammed through her, Easton followed with his own. He roared with the force of his release, and his reaction only heightened her own, carrying her on wave after wave of passion.
When they rode out the high, Easton collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his torso to hold him there. He was heavy but not crushingly so, and she closed her eyes to savor the moment. Sweat glistened on their skin, and their panting mingled until she wasn’t sure which one of them was breathing when.
His lips pressed against her forehead. “I need to take care of this condom.”
She groaned in protest when he slipped out of her and padded into the bathroom. She wanted to enjoy the view of Easton in all his glory, but her eyes felt too heavy to open. Her bones had melted, leaving her a pile of mush unable to rise from the bed.
