“I’m not going to get through a shower if you touch me like that,” he said, his voice strangled.
She let him go. “Hurry up, then, handsome. I want that inside me.”
He gripped her shoulders and lifted her to her feet, kissing her hard, consuming her mouth, possessing her. She whimpered into his mouth as she kissed him back, arching against him. Then she pulled back and gasped out, “Shower. Go.”
It took all his willpower to turn away from her. He made sure the water was warm, not hot, per her instructions. Through the glass, his eyes met hers. Sure enough, she was watching him. Arousal coursed through him as he soaped up his body, as her intent gaze never left him. Her eyes followed his hands, lingered on his raging erection, hungrily tracking his every movement. He was done in two minutes, unable to believe how wildly turned on he was just from her watching him. Her eyes on him had the same stimulating effect as if she’d actually touched him. He toweled off as quickly as possible, then grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet.
They kissed passionately, grabbing at each other, groping and panting as they fell to her bed together. He rolled her onto her back, undid her robe and pushed it open, then stopped breathing for a second. She wore red and black lace, a matching bra and panties set. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, then ran his hands over the lingerie, over her body. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He wanted her so bad, his hands were shaking. “I’m too far gone,” he warned her. “First time’s going to be quick.” He hooked his thumbs into the lace at her narrow hips and dragged the panties down her legs. “Second time will be longer. But I can’t wait, and you don’t need me to, so . . .”
“Do it,” she said, her face flushed and heavy-lidded eyes dark with desire. “Take me quick and hard.”
His mind reeled. Almost frantic, he positioned himself over her and drove into her, slamming hard. They groaned together, limbs intertwining. She was so wet, ready for him. He leaned up on his elbows and pumped hard and fast, no holding back. She held on, meeting him thrust for thrust, both of them lost to mindless animal lust. Panting, clawing at each other, his demanding hips rocked as he possessed her. Her nails dragged down his back, grabbing his ass and pushing him deeper inside . . . He came with a loud groan, his whole body stiffening as he felt himself empty inside her. Eyes squeezed shut, mind gone, the waves of intense sensation crashed over him and dragged him under.
His climax spurred hers on; her legs tightened around his waist as she cried out, holding on, her nails biting into his back. He opened his eyes to look at her, her head thrown back and mouth open as she shattered beneath him, and he crushed his lips to hers to swallow her moans.
Their bodies trembled as they kissed and rode out the aftershocks. They worked to catch their breath. A light sheen of sweat covered their flushed, naked bodies. The kisses slowed, their breathing evened out, and he sank down on top of her.
“Oh my God,” she finally gasped out. Her eyes held his. “That was . . . What the hell was that?”
“The quickest but hottest sex I’ve ever had?” he offered.
“Me too. Holy God . . .” She stared at him in wonder. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
“Same here.” He kissed her, then looked at her lips. “Your mouth’s a little swollen. I got a little rough at the end. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “I think I left marks of my own, though.”
He grinned down at her. “Fine with me, tigress.”
She snorted at that. “You were horny when you got here.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thought of this all day.”
“Me too,” she admitted. Then she shifted beneath him. “Gotta raise my hips.”
He pulled out and rolled off of her so she could swing her legs up over the headboard. He helped position a pillow under her hips, then kissed her mouth and smoothed her hair back. She was still wearing the bra; in his crazed state, ravaging her desperately, he’d never even gotten that off of her. He reached out to touch the lace. “This is hot as hell.” He ran his fingers over her breasts and she sucked in a breath. “Still sensitive?”