Page 83 of Wrecked
He ripped the packet, rolled on the condom. Seconds later, he was crawling back in bed, the smell of sex hanging in the air.
“Nurse,” he said, the rasp of his deep voice catching her ear. “Roll over and put your ass in the air.”
He’d done what she’d expected. He took control. Trembling with desire, she rolled over. Now, on all fours, she craned to see him.
“You ready for hard, fast, and so damn good?”
“Please, patient,” she begged.
He fisted his shaft, positioned at her opening. Quivering with anticipation, she dropped her head, closed her eyes. He inched the head inside, then his long thick shaft. Her body bowed to his while she released a long, deep moan.
“So good,” he roared behind her.
He grabbed her hair, fisted it into his grip, tugged and thrust. The slide was slow, deep, and so damn good. In and out while she moved against him. She dropped down, allowing him to sink in all the way. She couldn’t stop the gritty sounds coming out of her, couldn’t stop trembling from the onslaught of pleasure.
Her body was primed, another orgasm rising to the surface.
Then, without warning, he stopped moving, his hardness rooted inside her. She craned to see him. The rapture on his face was beyond beautiful. He looked like a different person. The constant anger in his eyes had been replaced with arousal, his half-hooded gaze made her moan.
He withdrew and her stomach dropped. Didn’t he want to finish?Ohgod, maybe I don’t do it for him.
He sat on the middle of the bed, his erection pointing skyward. “Straddle me.”
Excitement had her hurrying into position. She guided him to her opening, and sank down, the euphoria stealing her breath, her thoughts.
“Yessss,” she cried out.
She opened her eyes to find him peering into hers.
Moving slowly, she couldn’t stop moaning from the sheer pleasure of him inside her. Instead of closing his eyes, his gaze hovered on hers. Up and down she glided, the glorious build taking her higher and higher. When he placed his hands on her hips to control her movement, his growl made her wetter still. In and out, faster and faster. His cock turned to lead as her orgasm started deep in her belly.
“I’m gonna come,” she blurted.
“Oh, yeah, baby, come for me,” he ground out.
Gliding faster, the orgasm exploded through her in wave after pounding wave of sweet, sweet ecstasy.
“Here I go.” He pulled her close, kissed her hard, their bodies releasing the purest of pleasures while their kisses turned savage.
She raked her fingernails across his back, letting herself let go with him. Still breathing hard, she went limp, the relaxation spreading through her once-tense body.
He wrapped his arms around her, held her close. Their breathing fell in line, then their lips melded. Soft, tender kisses that had no business in a role play in the Blue Room of Lost Souls.
For the first time in forever, she didn’t feel lost. She felt like she’d been found.
But she couldn’t let on. Role playing was all about the sexy times with none of the emotional intimacy.
And that’s all this was.
She told herself that, but as she stared into his eyes, she didn’t believe it. All she wanted to do was kiss him, bring him home with her, and love him all night long. The pull was that strong.
“Patient,” she said shoving down the emotion. “Feeling better?”
“Definitely,” he replied, “but I’m thinking we should go again… for medicinal purposes.”
Those eyes, that face, his body. So, so tempting. She could go another round, no prob. But if she did, she’d be doing it as herself.
Not happening.
