Page 144 of Fire Fight
I choked on a laugh, and he gathered me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.
He tried to move away, but I locked my arms and legs around him like a monkey, keeping him with me.
“I need you.”
“You’ve got me, baby. Think I better show you how much I love you after I finger fucked you like you’re my personal little slut.”
“I liked it,” I promised. “And Iknowyou love me.”
He disentangled himself from my hold and moved to where he’d dropped our bags earlier, rifling through his duffel and coming back to me.
“That was me fucking you to remind you your body belongsme to Aspen. Now let me make love to you to remind us both your heart does too.”
“As long as yours is mine.”
“Allof it is yours. The very breath in my lungs, the heartbeat in my chest, the blood in my veins. Every single piece of me belongs to you now.”
“I love you too,” I grinned. “Now tell me what’s in your hand.”
He uncurled his fingers, revealing a bright purple ring, another nestled inside it, with a little tube on one side, a small cylinder peeking out either end. There was also a separate device that looked like a button. “How do you feel about trying a cock ring?”
“Yes please,” I said eagerly. I’d never seen one in person, but I understood the purpose. The pressure around his cock would make him last longer, and the little cylinder on the one side would vibrate against his shaft and hit my clit with each inward thrust.
Crew quickly shed his clothes, and every single time I saw him naked was like the first time. I’d never tire of the perfection of his body, nor would the surreality that he wasall mineever wear off.
“You’re drooling,” he teased, swiping a broad thumb against my bottom lip. I nipped at it, and he pulled back. I watched raptly as he fit the ring around himself, the smaller ring nestled at the base of his dick while the larger one wrapped his balls. He pressed the button atop the remote, and a faint buzz filled the air between us. Crew sucked in a breath, clenching his teeth.
“Goddamnit, that feels good.”
Reaching for him, I wrapped a hand around his length, a tingling sensation shooting up my arm. I tugged him forward until the head bumped my entrance, toes curling in anticipation as the vibration lit up my pussy, still sensitive from my previous orgasm.
With aching slowness, Crew pushed inside, filling me so completely there was nothing but him. His forehead dropped to mine, both of us swearing and huffing out laughs.
“I love you,” he murmured as he retreated all the way to the tip before thrusting back in.
My hands cupped his face, eyes wide open and locked on his. “And I love you.”
Crew’s pace was unhurried, languidly rocking us together, and I relished it. The duality of this man, calling me a needy little slut one minute then making sweet love to me the next. The connection I felt to him only grew stronger with each delicious glide of his cock in and out of my sex. I arched to meet him, the vibrator of the ring trapped between us each time we came together, delivering luscious waves of pleasure to my clit.
But I needed more.
I let Crew’s face go to bring my hands to his back, scraping my nails down his muscles, softly and first but with increasing pressure.
“Fuck me like you mean it, hotshot,” I begged, sinking my fingertips into his ass and holding him to me when he bottomed out inside, swiveling my hips against the little bullet, gasping when goosebumps broke out across my skin.
“Hold on,” he warned a moment before he withdrew and slammed home. I anchored myself to his shoulders, hooking my heels together at the base of his spine.
Crew was relentless as he took me over and over, our bodies coated in sweat, writhing together atop the once-pristine comforter of the bed. He rocked back onto his knees and pushed on my thighs, holding me down and wide open and he pounded into me, the bullet slapping against my clit in time to his rapid thrusts. Sweet and slow Crew was wonderful, but unhinged, reckless Crew was a goddamn sight to behold. That curled lock of hair falling over his forehead, every single muscle in his body straining, bunching and flexing as he drove us both to the edge.His sexy moans increased in volume to match mine as I clamped tighter and tighter around him.
I blinked, and I was flying, breaking into a thousand tiny pieces that floated above my corporeal body. Crew roared his own release, his hips stuttering as he spurted inside, prolonging the aftershocks rolling endlessly through me.
At last, I came back to myself, Crew’s face hovering over mine, my favorite sexy, sated grin on his face as he bent to kiss me. I met him weakly, my limbs wrung out and limp.
After a beat, he withdrew from me and got off the bed, pausing to power off and remove the cock ring before walking to the closet and returning a moment later with a dry washcloth. Gently, he cleaned me up, then reclined beside me, fingertips drawing patterns on my stomach.
“You okay?”
“Better than,” I promised.
