One long, thick finger.
I arch, leaning back on my elbows as Boone plays my body with as much skill as his guitar onstage. His teeth nip, tugging at my nipple the same way he did my lip, and a moan escapes my throat.
He releases it before whipping the shirt up and over my head. “So much better.”
Back to his ministrations, he sucks at the other peak, hardening them both into tight buds.
It’s not going to happen. Not yet. That’s impossible.
And yet the rush of an impending orgasm builds in my veins, threatening to take me under.
“More.” It comes out sounding like a plea and a demand, and is met by a growl from Boone’s lips as his finger plunges inside harder and faster, his thumb finding my clit.
“Yes. Yes.Yes.” My entire body goes taut, and my vision turns fuzzy as my eyes roll back in my head. The release washes over me, and my entire body turns languid.
If this is what I get for making donuts in the morning, I’m one hundred percent down with being Betty freaking Crocker.
“Your tight little cunt doesn’t want to let my finger go.”
Normally the C-word would put my back up, but on Boone’s lips right now, it’s hotter than I could have imagined.
My eyes fix on the outline of his massive erection against his gym shorts, and I want it.
Boone follows the direction of my gaze, and his lips tug into a sinful smile. He pulls his finger free of my pussy and lifts it to his mouth, sucking my juices clean. “You taste so damned good.”
It’s primitive, the feeling that’s gripping every cell in my body.
“Hurry.”
Boone shoves down his shorts and wraps a hand around his thick cock and squeezes. “Can you take it all? Everything I’ve got to give? As hard as I want?”
My hips lift, anxious to get closer. “Yes.”
He steps between my legs, levering them apart with his hips.
“You sure? Because the way you got my blood roaring right now, you’re gonna be feeling me tomorrow.” His lip quirks up on one side. “I like the thought of that. You, feeling me with every step you take. Remembering what it was like to take my cock hard and fast.”
As he speaks the words, he presses closer, rubbing the head through my slick heat.
“Yeah, I like that a hell of a lot. You’re gonna go wild for me, aren’t you, sugar?”
“I’ll give you whatever you want if you’ll just—”
At my declaration, his eyes blaze.
“You should be careful offering a man like me whatever I want. I’m not afraid to take it.”
With the head of his cock nudging against my opening, Boone grips my hips with both hands.
“So tell me, Ripley, you really mean that? Whatever I want?”
“Yes!” I yell, desperate to have him inside me, and probably willing to agree to anything right now.
“Heaven help you, because I’m not letting you go back on that.” With a jerk, Boone yanks my hips toward him and slams forward at the same time, driving his cock deep, almost to the point of discomfort. Since I’m already lit up from my last orgasm, the line between pain and pleasure blurs.
Boone’s expression takes on an intensity I’ve never seen before as he unleashes everything he’s been holding back.
He uses his grip on my hips to pull me back and forth until my body is fucking his cock as much as his cock is fucking me. Each pounding thrust takes my breath away, but I’ve never experienced anything more erotic in my life. My eyelids drift closed, but Boone releases one hip and slaps my thigh, demanding my attention.