“Just a few more seconds,” she begged, her pussy slapping wetly down on his groin.Up, down, circle, grind.Up, down, circle, grind.“Just a few more.”
He was hanging on by a thread, hands all but fisted on her breasts, his body taut beneath her with the effort of holding back.“Fucking get there, dammit.”
“Almost.”She ducked her head, pressed it against his chest.Her belly rubbed against his, the slick slide one more sensation added to the pile.“Almost.”
He suffered through one more thrust, two, but on the third he muttered, “Fuck it.”He peeled his right hand off her breast, worked it out from between them to skate it down her back, over the curve of her humping ass.Her cheeks were spread wide, the pucker between them easy to find and so slick with her arousal that his finger slid to the first knuckle before she even knew what he was doing.
Her head came up on a shriek that made his ears ring, but it didn’t matter because in the next moment she was coming, cunt spasming, body jerking, and with a shout, he let his own orgasm loose.
Chapter Seven
Bailey lay with her head on his chest and wondered when her brilliant plan had gone awry.
It had been a simple plan—crawl into his bed, seduce him awake, then make him suffer, payback for the night before.But somewhere in there she’d gotten distracted.
“I blame your penis,” she mumbled into his chest.
“You mispronounced ‘thank’,” he rumbled back.
The snort escaped before she could stop it.“No, I didn’t,” she said and lifted her head to look at him.
He was sprawled out under her, eyes closed, with one arm flung out to the side.His hair was tousled, and the beard covering his jaw looked like someone had scrubbed their hands through it, making it stick up in short, bristly tufts.He was sweaty, red-faced, and he had sleep crusties in his eyes.The combination should’ve made him look unattractive and unappealing, but instead he looked dead sexy.
The asshole.
“Are you calling me names in your head?”he asked without opening his eyes.
She stuck her tongue out at him, just because she could, then stiffened her arms to push herself up and off him.Or started to, before she realized he still had a finger stuck up her butt.
“You can take your finger out of my ass, now,” she informed him.
He opened one eye, alive with amusement.“What if I don’t want to?My finger is very comfortable.”
“While I’m happy to hear that—”
His other eye popped open.“Are you?”
“One does like to be a welcoming hostess,” she said primly, and had to bite back a grin when he snorted out a laugh.
“I need my butt back,” she prompted.She wiggled her ass for emphasis and almost pushed his penis out of her.She held her breath for a second, anticipating the gush of fluid that would accompany his expulsion, but he stayed lodged inside her.
“Fine,” he said with a sigh, and carefully slid his finger free.
The sensitive muscle twitched, sending a spasm of delight through her, and she had no doubt that he felt the echoing pulse of her pussy on his still-penetrating penis.
Pleasure flashed in his eyes.“Still love the butt stuff, I see.”
“So do you,” she pointed out and sat up.He shifted inside her, almost slipping out again, but once again managed to stay put.
Eyes gleaming, he tucked his hands behind his head.“Butt stuff is awesome.”
“No argument.”She raised her arms over her head in a long, lazy stretch.“Where’d you put my shirt?”
“Hmm?”His eyes were fixed on her breasts, lifted high by her extended arms.
“My shirt,” she repeated and lowered her arms quickly, making her boobs bounce and his eyes glaze over.“Where is it?”
“How the hell should I know?”he murmured, eyes still trained on her breasts, and lifted a hand.He was a whisper away from touching her when he stopped and lifted his gaze.“Can I?”