Page 43 of Roark
She sighed and snuggled back against him as she’d done many times throughout the night, hence his rock-hard erection at three in the morning. But instead of falling back to sleep—which he was extremely grateful to be getting now—he pressed his dick to her ass and waited for a response. It came almost immediately when she wiggled against his dick. Roark moaned as the desire that had been on a slow simmer throughout the night fully blossomed. Her ass was so soft and so arousing, ready to welcome him should he dare to enter.
And oh, did he dare.
Burying his face in her neck, Roark trailed a line of scorching kisses to her shoulder. She lifted a hand to cover his on her breast.
“This,” she whispered and backed her ass up on him again, “is one of the perks to snuggling.”
This was a fucking awesome perk to snuggling in his book. “It can get better,” he replied and reluctantly slid his hand from her breast.
“Show me,” she said in a breathy whisper when his hand continued down past her torso and belly.
She wiggled, knowing where he was going, and opened her thighs when his hand eased over her mound. His fingers slipped between her pussy lips easily, to brush over her already hardened clit.
“You’re always so hot and ready for me.” He groaned at the feel of the warm moisture on his fingers.
“That’s because you’re always making me hot with your brooding looks and sexy voice.” She lifted her leg then, planting her foot on the mattress and giving him even more access to her slick, hot pussy. As the motion had her rolling back toward him, Roark eased his other arm around to grab her breast again. The weight of it in his hand always sent a bolt of arousal soaring through his body, and this time was no different. He kissed her shoulder again, running his teeth along her skin while his fingers dipped deep into her pussy.
“You like my voice, huh? What do you like to hear me say, my sweet? You want me to tell you how beautiful I think you are?”
She reached an arm back to cup the back of his head, her breaths coming faster as he continued to pump his fingers inside her.
“Or perhaps you’d like to hear how fuckin’ hard you make my dick each time I think about being inside you?”
“Yes! Say that again.”
With two fingers inside her, his thumb rubbed over her clit, and she arched back. “You can feel it, can’t you?” He pressed his dick into her ass. “Feel how hard you make me. All I can think about is fucking you right now.”
“Then do it. Do it right now!”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Easing his fingers out of her, he let his hands slide down her thigh to the back of her knee. He lifted her leg up higher, shifting his hips so his dick slid down the crease of her ass. With a little more adjusting, he finally slipped into her and they both yelled out with pleasure.
When Roark began pumping, his whole body shook with desire. She held his dick so tight inside her while her essence dripped around him. He’d never felt anything as blissful before and didn’t want it to stop.
“More,” she groaned, throwing her ass back against his thrusts. “I need more, Roark. So much more!”
He was shifting them again, this time coming up on one knee and lifting her leg even higher. This position allowed for deeper penetration and for him to look down at her while he moved inside her.
“Mmmmm.” She brought her hands up to cup her breasts that bounced with his strokes. “Yes, Roark! Yes!”
Tearing his gaze away from the sensual sight of her fingers squeezing her nipples, Roark stared down at his dick easing in and out of her pussy. It was erotic as hell and made him speed up his thrusts. Passion swirled like a torrential storm throughout his body, creating a funnel that eased down his spine.
She moaned his name again but this time arched her back while her thighs trembled. Roark groaned and gritted his teeth as her release covered him.
“I don’t know what this is.” The words tore from him in a ragged sound. “I don’t know why now.” He kept pumping, kept inching toward his own release as his muscles began to tighten.
“Just now,” she whispered. “Just now.”
Roark heard her words and focused on this, on being buried inside her warmth and wetness, on easing in and out of her, stroking the embers of fire within them both. He focused on the intense pressure building at the base of his spine and the force of his pumps into her. He focused on her voice, on her. Until he exploded, and then nothing else mattered.
When he could finally catch his breath and had lowered her legs and eased out of her, Roark whispered her name. She pushed him onto his back and lay with one leg over his, her cheek pressed against his chest, her hand over his wildly thumping heart.
“What are we doing?” he asked because he just didn’t know.
“What we can, for now.”
“Right.” He nodded, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “This is for now.”
“Exactly,” she whispered. “Just for now.”
