Tanna moved her hands to the back couch cushions to brace herself against his pistoning hips.
His brain chanted faster.
That warning buzz started in his tailbone.
He closed his eyes. His body had demanded this rapid pace, driving him to this point as quickly as possible, and now left him teetering on the precipice. This was a special kind of torture; he wanted it to end, he didn’t want it to ever end. “So close. So f**king close.”
Knowing what he needed, Tanna contracted and released her inner muscles, increasing the pressure on his dick. His shaft stayed nearly motionless in her snug channel as he came in hot blast after hot blast. He’d never experienced anything like his bare c**k jerking against her inner walls with every wet pulse. The abyss opened up and he might’ve yelled “fuck yeah” a time or two as he fell into sweet bliss. The blood roaring in his ears muffled sounds and gave him a monumental head rush. He’d gripped her so desperately that his hands had cramped. As well as his ass cheeks. And his jaw.
Breathing hard, spent, his mind a little scrambled, Fletch slumped forward, his hands beside hers on the cushion. His chest covered her back, but he didn’t let her small frame bear the brunt of his weight. He remained poised above her until he could breathe normally.
That’s when Tanna turned her head and whispered, “Boom.”
“No kidding. That . . . you . . . blew my f**king mind, Tanna.” He found his sanity kissing her, drawing out soft-lipped smooches and the glide of wet lips on wet lips.
“Next time I’ll know what you really have in mind when you threaten to go all caveman on my ass.”
He didn’t laugh. He just growled and lightly bit the top of her ear. She wasn’t a virgin to anal sex, but no doubt she’d be sore tomorrow after how hard he’d taken her.
Fletch pushed her hair aside and started sucking another hickey on her nape just because he could.
Tanna arched into him and moaned. “Fletch. Stop. I can’t take much more.”
“Too bad because I’m not done with you yet.” He teased her, blowing in her ear, nibbling on her lobe as he cupped her mound. “Baby, you’re still wet. And swollen.” He pushed two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. “Need some relief?”
“I . . .”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Tanna was so primed it didn’t take long until she hit the point of no return. “Come like this for me. With my dick in your ass and my fingers in your cunt.”
“Oh, goddamn you, Fletch, I’m . . .” And she started to come. Violently. Tanna actually released a scream as every intimate part of her contracted around his fingers, his cock, his thumb. She bucked into his hand. And away from his hand. As soon as the intense orgasm ended, she sank her teeth into his bicep.
He hissed at the sharp sting of pain.
“I’m done in,” she panted, “worn out.”
“Me too. You undo me every time I get to touch you.” He removed his fingers first, then his c**k and pushed himself upright.
When Tanna straightened up, Fletch wrapped his arms around her belly and kissed the back of her head, just needing to hold her.
She sagged against him.
“Shower?” he murmured in her ear.
“Not right now. I just want to bask in the two hundred orgasms you forced on me.”
“Okay.” Fletch swept her into his arms and carried her to his bed.
Tanna spread out on the cool sheets and moaned. “My body is so overheated right now. So overstimulated.”
He stretched out alongside her. He was so wired he considered putting on his running shoes and hitting the pavement. But he didn’t want to leave her. They’d had intense sex before, but this was on a different level.
Unused to silence from her, or physical distance in bed, he placed his hand on the small of her back, half worried she’d shake him off after the overstimulated comment.
She didn’t. She sighed.
God. He was so crazy for this woman.
After a bit, she said, “Thank you.”
Was she being sarcastic? “For . . . ?”
“For not treating me like I’m fragile. Especially after the stuff that happened at Eli’s today.”
Not sure if she wanted a response, Fletch remained quiet and his thumb lightly caressed her spine.
“It was hotter than hell. You f**king me, taking me the way you wanted. Not making tender, sweet love to me.”
His motion stilled. “You don’t like that?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love the way it can be tender and sweet. Or fun and fast. But sometimes . . . I need it like . . . that.”
Relieved, he said, “I do too, baby, so you’re welcome.”
“And please don’t ruin this by asking me if you were too rough,” she warned without looking at him.
“Actually, I was thinking that next time I’m gonna spank your ass until it’s hot and pink before I f**k it.”
Tanna groaned—a good groan.
For the longest time Fletch petted her and stroked her and she let him. After she drifted off, he dressed and went for a long run. Before he returned he remembered to pick up the towels from the pool.
As far as mood improvement therapy, he’d scored a touchdown.
Chapter Twenty-three
After finishing her physical therapy exercises, Tanna picked up her cell phone and saw she’d missed a call from her brother Garrett, not ten minutes ago. She called him back, hoping he picked up.