Page 14 of Bound By Sin
"You feel incredible," she says against my lips. "I can feel every inch of you."
I groan into her mouth and snap my hips harder. She breaks the kiss and drops back onto the table, her hair fanning across the surface. But my focus is on where our bodies meet—my dick disappearing inside her over and over—and the visual almost ends me right there.
"Oh, Christ," I groan, slowing my pace, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in deep, letting her feel the full length on every stroke. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and a whimper rumbles out of her mouth while her eyes rise to meet mine.
"Don't go slow." She grabs my hips and tries to pull me faster. "Oh, God, please."
"Faster?"
"Faster. Please."
I lean over her and brace one hand on the table beside her head and drive into her with everything I have. Her breasts jiggle, catching my attention, so I squeeze one and hold it tight while I keep fucking her.
"Fuck, right there."
I push her knee up toward her chest, opening her wider, and the next thrust hits a spot that makes her scream. It scrapes out of her throat. For a second I think I've hurt her until she pants, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!”
I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing fast and tight while I keep the same angle and the same pace. Her back lifts off the table until only her shoulders and hips aretouching. The muscles in her stomach tremble visibly and I can feel her walls starting to flutter and tighten around me.
"Let go for me," I tell her. "I want to feel you come."
She detonates. Her whole body seizes and her walls clamp down around me in contractions so fierce, it almost makes me blow. She whimpers and it splinters into ragged, sobbing breaths as the orgasm rips through her. I feel every pulse of it from root to tip, her body gripping me and releasing and gripping again in relentless waves.
Wetness floods between us, coating my thighs, pooling on the table beneath her. Her legs shake around my waist as her heels drum against my back, and the sounds coming out of her aren't words anymore.
Feeling her come apart around me drags me over the edge before I'm ready. The pressure that's been coiling at the base of my spine breaks loose and floods through my hips and down my thighs and there's no stopping it. I bury myself as deep as her body will let me and my whole frame locks up.
"I'm coming," I groan, and the words barely make it out before the orgasm hits, long, wrenching pulses that start in my core and rip outward, spilling inside her in surges that keep coming and coming until my legs give and I'm bracing myself on the table with both hands to keep from collapsing on top of her.
When the waves of pleasure slow, I lean forward over her, pressing my forehead to hers. Her fingers move slowly through my hair and her heartbeat hammers against my skull. Both of us are gasping for air, trying to recover.
Finally, I peel myself off her and find her dress crumpled on the floor near the table leg as she slides off my table. I shakeit out and hold it open for her and she steps into it, steadying herself with one hand on my shoulder because her legs are still unsteady. I pull the straps up over her shoulders one at a time, smoothing the fabric against her skin, and my fingers linger on the bare curve of her back.
"Zip me?" She turns and gathers her hair over one shoulder, looking back at me seductively, and how can I not help?
I pull the zipper up and press my mouth to the back of her neck before I let go. She shivers and looks at me over her shoulder. This woman has me undone. Roman warned me not to get caught up, but she's perfect. And she's just as into me as I am her.
I pull on my boxers and pants and leave the shirt off because it's balled up somewhere in the entryway and I don't feel like finding it. Then I open the cabinet above the stove and pull down a bottle of vodka and two glasses and pour for both of us. She takes hers and our fingers brush on the glass, and she holds the contact for a beat before pulling away.
She sips and leans her hip against the counter, watching me over the rim. "So, is this what you do? Bring women back here and destroy them?"
"First time, actually." I chuckle at her sense of humor and take a gulp of my own drink. After that, I know I will only ever want more from her.
"Liar."
"I'm serious." I take a drink and the vodka burns clean down my throat. "I don't bring women home. I'm not that sort of guy… Not that I haven't had sex, but… You understand what I mean."
She studies my face for a second, deciding whether to believe me, and whatever she finds there makes her smile soften. "Then why me?"
"I don't know yet. That's what I'm trying to figure out." I lean in, kissing her softly, and she responds by splaying her free hand on my chest.
"You were incredible," she whispers.
"I think that was you." I pull back and breathe her in, hoping that when I ask her to stay, she'll agree. I could do that all night with her. "Let's sit," I offer, gesturing toward the living room. We meander toward the couch, and I flick the lights on as we settle.
"I can't feel my legs," she says playfully, which makes me grin.
"Good."
