Page 46 of Roughing
His hand slid down to his fly, and he unzipped his jeans. Never taking his eyes off my body, he freed his cock and began to stroke it in time to the music.
My gaze took in his glorious erection. Briggs could always be counted on to be ready for action in a split second, faster than any guy I’d known previously. One crook of my finger, and he was hard. I loved having such power over him.
But when it came to the two of us, there was a give-and-take as to who was in charge, which I found hot as hell, especially when he gave up his macho-man ways to allow me to take over on occasion.
“Take it all off.” He stared pointedly at my bra. I held the front clasp in my fingers and slowly unhooked it. I pushed the bra straps off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Briggs’s harsh intake of air was followed by him stroking his dick even harder.
Next came my panties. Soon my clothes littered the floor. Naked, I continued my stripper show, dancing close to him and moving out of range when he reached for me.
“You’re fucking with me.”
“Not yet, but I will be,” I promised and leaned down with a taunting shake of my breasts in his face. His free hand snagged out, and he caught me around the waist, pulling me down to straddle his lap.
We’d already established during previous liaisons that I was on birth control and there was no need for a condom. I tugged on his T-shirt, and he leaned forward so I could pull it over his head.
“That’s better.” I licked my lips as I drank my fill of his magnificent chest, all hard lines and taut muscles with that mat of dark hair ending in a line to his dick.
I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth. From the tortured sounds he made, I’d have thought he was dying. While he might feel as if he’d died and gone to heaven, I wasn’t done with him yet.
He put his arms around my waist and lifted me, holding his cock in one hand, and maneuvered my body until I was positioned just right before lowering myself onto his dick. Inch by glorious inch, he filled me. I closed my eyes and drowned in the sensation of his hardness sliding inside my soft, pliant body. He was big enough he filled every bit of me, and I drove downward to take the final few inches inside me.
Briggs grunted and buried his head in my hair. I angled my hips to take him deeper, letting him touch parts of me only he’d ever touched.
“Fuck, you feel like an angel wrapped up in a mortal’s body.”
“I’m no angel,” I promised. “Would an angel do this?” I lifted my hips until the tip of his cock tickled my entrance before slamming down hard again. He uttered something between an animalistic cry and a deep growl. The feral sound of his arousal reverberated throughout my body.
“And would an angel do this?” I leaned forward and sucked his nipple into my mouth, roughly teasing and nipping at the sensitive nub.
He tossed his head back and forth against the couch. “You’re killing me.”
I wasn’t done yet with him. “Or how about this?”
Anchoring my hands on his shoulders, I lifted up once again and thrust downward. Only this time, I didn’t stop there. I slammed into him again and again, pistoning my hips up and down, unmindful of the sweat pouring off both of us and our ragged breathing.
Briggs’s lips sought mine, and our mouths mated, duplicating the efforts of our bodies.
Briggs bit his lower lip. His fingers dug into my ass. His dick twitched inside me while his face contorted from the effort of holding back. He was ready to come, and so was I. Pushing past that point of no return wouldn’t take much for either of us.
Warm waves crested closer and closer to shore until they rushed over my body, sending it into spasms of erotic delight. Briggs’s cock jerked as he came inside me.
I pressed my face against his shoulder and cried his name as my body and soul melded with his. For a few profound moments, we were one and the same. One mind, one body, one essence.
I’d have stayed there forever, but gravity pulled me back to earth. We didn’t speak for an eternity because words weren’t needed, and they’d break the spell.
Finally Briggs raised his head. His slightly unfocused eyes met mine. “You’re wrong. You’re my angel—my fallen angel.”
“No one I’d rather fall with than you.” Under other circumstances, I’d have regretted those words, but I was on such a natural high I embraced them.
I’d had orgasms before, of course, and with Briggs, but something was different about this time. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was as if we’d crossed some invisible barrier into new territory, and I couldn’t begin to guess what surprises this foreign land might have in store for us.
I woke in the middle of the night. My body was intertwined with Briggs’s. I lay still for several minutes and listened to his steady breathing. His chest rose up and down under my cheek. He looked peaceful and relaxed.
We’d crossed a threshold tonight, and we both knew it. I couldn’t articulate what had changed, but I felt it.
I wished I could stay in bed with him for several more hours, but I had a job to do.
