Page 101 of On the Ropes
He swallowed, eyes closing. “Upstairs.”
“Or…”
His eyes flew open. I draped my body over his and kissed him deeply. “I’m protected and clean,” I said quietly. “So if you are too and you want me to fuck you bare, say the word.”
He dug his fingers into my hips, jaw clenched tight. “I’m clean.”
I held his gaze. “Yes?”
“Yes.” He reared up and claimed my mouth. “Please.”
I lowered myself down the length of Dean’s cock, marveling at the perfect fullness. I kept my chest on his, my mouth on his as I rode him in a steady, delicious grind that had us gasping. He grabbed my ass and helped me move, circling and rocking, taking my time with an angle that curled my toes and kept us face-to-face. Like that night in the car, Dean didn’t break eye contact as the pleasure mounted, as my movements became less sensual and more frantic.
His hands skated up my ribcage and then cupped my breasts, thumbs tweaking and pinching. “More,” he whispered, eyes searching mine with pure astonishment. “Give me everything, Tabitha.”
I didn’t hold back. I was too close, too on edge. I sat up, propped my hands on his chest for leverage, and rode him fast and dirty. The changed position had us both tipping our heads back, and the very second Dean’s fingers grazed my clit I came instantly. The orgasm was glorious—shook my entire body, had a smile blooming on my face as Dean thrust his hips up and up and up with sweat on his brow. I bent over again for purely selfish reasons, wanting to kiss him as he climaxed. And I did, feeling him growl out barely coherent words as he came inside of me with a soft roar of satisfaction.
