“Aces,” he decided and climbed back on the bed.
She slid her hands out from behind her back to reach for him, and he clucked his tongue.“Uh-uh.Keep your hands where they are.”
She shoved them back underneath her with ill grace.“Were you always this big an asshole and I just didn’t notice?”
He knelt between her splayed thighs and took his dick in hand.“You were always in charge, so it never came up.”
“You liked me in charge,” she accused, her breath hitching when he edged closer, bumping his penis against her swollen clit.
“No argument.”She was so hot, so wet, and the deep pink opening between her glistening labia beckoned like a siren’s song.He managed through sheer power of will to keep from thrusting deep and pumping away like a mad man.“You can be in charge again next time.”
“What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?”she challenged through gritted teeth.
He guided his penis in a slow circle around her clit, down over slick and swollen flesh to rest at that hot little hole, fluttering and clutching at him as if desperate to suck him in.“Please,” he said with a smirk, just to see her eyes flash.He waited until she opened her mouth to blast him, then angled his hips and slid balls deep.
Whatever snarky, snippy words had been set to fly out of her mouth died on a long, throaty moan, and he watched her eyes roll back with a swelling ego and a throbbing dick.She was hot and snug around him, her pussy rippling and pulsing as she adjusted to his invading length, and he wanted to move more than he wanted his next breath.
He fought the urge and kept still, his hands resting lightly on her trembling knees, until she blinked her eyes open to stare at him with hazy lust.
“Nash,” she said, her voice a husky rasp of need.
He wanted to lean down, cover her quaking body with his, take her swollen and eager mouth.But he knew if he did, he’d be lost.So he stayed where he was, kneeling between her splayed thighs, his hands light on her knees and his dick throbbing deep inside her.“What?”
“Move,” she urged, and pumped her hips to punctuate the demand.
“Sure,” he said agreeably and, pleased by the surprise that flickered across her flushed face, slid out of her to a slow count of ten.When only the tip of his penis remained inside her and she was writhing in frustration, he pushed forward, just as slowly, and didn’t bother to hide his grin at the frustrated rage in her expression.
“I’ll throw you out of the house,” she warned breathlessly.
“I have a lease,” he reminded her cheerfully, and ground his pelvis against hers in a tight circle, just for fun, before beginning his slow retreat once again.
Her jaw clenched, and the determined light that brightened her eyes had him biting back a laugh.She was going to try to outlast him, and he figured she’d have him by the balls if he hadn’t jerked off in the shower twenty minutes before she’d gotten home.
As it was he had to fight for control, and not just because he knew he could drive them both to orgasm in half a dozen hard, fast strokes.Being inside her again was like coming home, and his emotions were so close to the surface it was all he could do to keep them in check.Only the knowledge that it would be too much, too soon, kept the words locked behind gritted teeth, and he distracted himself from the almost unbearable ache in his heart by feeding the one in his loins.
In and out, so slow it was like torture, over and over until he was covered in sweat and panting with the effort to keep from breaking.He wanted to come so badly he could taste it, and the only thing that kept him from giving into it was the pure joy of watching Bailey unravel beneath him.
She was a hot, beautiful mess.
Sweat rolled down her temples to soak into her hair, had her bangs clinging to her forehead.Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed and bright with both challenge and need.She still had her hands tucked obediently under her, but her arms were flexing, shifting, and the constant movement had caused her bra strap to slide down her right arm to the elbow.The lacey edge of the bra’s cup had caught on her nipple, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of puckered areola while still shielding the rest of her breast, and he suddenly couldn’t stand it.
He reached down with both hands and yanked at the lace covering her breasts with a violence that belied the slow, torturous thrust of his hips, and she gasped.Her breasts, big and soft, bounced with her instinctive jerk, the big brown nipples thick and stiff.They made his mouth water, and tired of denying himself, he swooped down and tried to fit her entire right breast into his mouth.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted while desperate need pounded in his blood and the feel and taste of her flooded his mouth, a thousand memories flooding his mind.“Goddammit, Nash, fuck me faster.”
He released her breast with a pop and took a moment to admire the teeth marks, the nipple even harder and gleaming wet.“No.”
She let out a thin scream.“I hate you.”
“Uh-huh,” he said and attacked her other breast.
She arched, shoving her breast deeper into his mouth and her hips hard into his measured, methodical thrusts, lifting one leg to hook around his hip.Her heel dug into his ass and she ground against him, little grunts sounding in his ear.To keep her still, he dropped his weight on her, grabbed her wet right nipple and pinched.
Her sharp yelp blasted his ear drum.“Hey!”
“Stop trying to take charge,” he muttered into her breast.
“I’m dying,” she wheezed, and thumped her heel into his ass as though he was a stubborn horse refusing to walk.“You’re going to have to tell my mother you fucked me to death.”