Page 36 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
“Easy,” he crooned in her ear.
She moaned as he stroked her softly, building it up again. His deep voice in her ear, urging her on with the kind of filthy talk she’d never heard spoken out loud in her life. He kept surprising her. She stiffened suddenly and then arched into his hand as the climax hit, deeper than before.
“How many you got in you?” he whispered in her ear.
She couldn’t speak. Lost in a haze.
At his mercy.
Again and again.
Until she went limp. Completely spent.
“Damn,” he said. “Only three. I’ll have to build you up for more.”
“It was five. Two in the living room.” She curled on her side and pulled the blanket over her.
He ripped it off.
“Hey!” she exclaimed, turning to face him. “Gimme that.”
“My turn. Now you’re gonna be my reverse cowgirl. You’ll like it.”
She moaned, not sure if she could take much more. He left for a moment, probably to clean up and get another condom, he respected her hard line about that. He respectedher. An unexpected well of emotion had her tearing up. He returned, joining her in bed, and she reached for him, pulling him close in a tight hug, lying side by side. They had less than a week left.
After a few moments, she lifted her gaze to his. “Tell me what to do.” Reverse cowgirl was one of his off-list requests.
His lips quirked to the side. “That might be my favorite thing you say.” He rolled to his back. “Sit up and turn around.”
She did and he lifted her up and then over him. She straddled him automatically, her back to him. “Oh, I get it!” she exclaimed and then gasped when he pulled her down fully onto him. She moaned loudly as her aching throbbing core took him at a different angle. He controlled her movements, holding her by the hips, taking her slow and deep. It was all too much, her body clenching down around him, her breath shallow, incredible pleasure, on and on and on, and then she was coming, a ragged cry wrenched from her throat.
He slapped her ass lightly. “More.”
She swore and he tightened his grip on her hips, making her take more, over and over, soft cries escaping as he took her to a place of dark pulsing pleasure. Finally when she thought she couldn’t take any more, completely spent, he stilled her, loosening his hold on her hips.
“Ride me, Carrie. Fast or slow as you want.”
She started slow, but then it felt so good, she went faster and faster in an exhilarating ride. And then they were both climaxing, their voices rising together in ecstasy. She wanted to collapse, but Zach had a tight hold on her, holding her in place.
“Zach?”
He lifted her off him and set her on the bed. Then he turned her, lifting her again to settle her on top of him, chest to chest. His arms wrapped around her, giving her what she needed once more. It was that primal language they had. Or maybe it was just him. He seemed to know what she needed without her spelling it out. She wondered what the chances were of finding another man who spoke her language.
And then she dozed off, safe in his arms.
