Hell, he liked everything about being naked and inside of her. And when her moans turned to gasps and whimpers, he increased the pace, holding back the need to release. Because she was going to go first, and when her sweet little pussy tightened around him, when she dug into the mattress and raised her hips, a silent invitation for more and deeper, he gave it to her.
Sweat dripped down his back with the effort to hold back, but she was so damn good he didn’t want to come. Not just yet, not when Aubry’s cheeks pinkened and a dark flush spread over her breasts.
“Tucker,” she said, digging her nails in harder. “So, so good. You make me want to come.”
“Let go,” he said, bending to kiss her, a hard driving kiss he coupled with deeper, faster thrusts. She cried out against his lips and he felt the force of her orgasm wrapping round his cock, squeezing him tight as she came.
This time, he let go, slamming hard into her with his release. He felt dizzy from it, wrapping an arm around Aubry as her body rocked underneath him.
Spent and out of breath, he nuzzled her neck, licking droplets of perspiration from her skin.
Now that had been good. Really damn good. And when he could breathe again, he told her that.
“It was pretty decent for round one,” she said.
He lifted his head and looked up at her smiling face. “It’s a good thing I’m in great shape. I can tell you’re very demanding.”
She brushed a hair away from his forehead. “I told you I’d been in a drought, didn’t I?”
“Yes. I believe you mentioned that.”
“So, you just happen to be the person I decided to make it rain for me.”
He rolled over to his side, bringing her with him so they faced each other. “And by making it rain, I take it to mean you’d like a monsoon.”
She laughed. “I believe so.”
“No complaints here.” He pulled her on top of him and laid his hands on her ass, kneading the soft globes. She writhed against him until he got hard again.
She grinned down at him. “I could tell from the first time I saw you that you were a rainmaker, Tucker.”
AUBRY ROLLED OVER IN BED AND GLARED AT THE clock. Five a.m.
She really hated five a.m. She yawned, then looked over at the other side of the bed, at the dark-headed god sleeping next to her. She couldn’t help her lopsided smile.
Six times. She’d come six times last night. She was sore in places that hadn’t been sore in years. But it was a really awesome kind of ache.
She waited for regret to set in as she got up and took a shower, then got ready for work. By the time she dried her hair and brewed coffee, she realized she had no regrets.
Last night had been fun, and she felt more relaxed than she’d been in . . .
A very long time.
She sipped her coffee, leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled.
Six orgasms would do that to a person. And God knew she needed some relaxation.
She looked up to find Tucker strolling into the kitchen wearing only his jeans—which were unzipped, showing off all that delicious skin and that vee from his lower abs to places she’d like to explore further—and his glasses.
That man was so damn sexy, glasses and all.
If only she had today off as well.
Dammit.
“I smelled coffee. You heading to work?”
She nodded. “Yes, unfortunately. Help yourself. The door locks on its own when you close it. You can take a shower or go back to bed or whatever.”
He took the cup from her hand and laid it on the counter next to her, then buried his face in her neck and kissed her there. Delicious goose bumps prickled her skin. He took her mouth in a good morning kiss that made her want to tumble back into bed with him for several hours. Her entire body woke to passion and need. One would think after all those orgasms, she’d be more than satisfied.
Apparently not, because before she knew it her fingers had looped their way into his hair, and his hand was down the front of her scrubs. In a few deliberate, coaxing minutes she was primed, ready and throbbing. When he pulled her pants down to her knees and put his mouth on her, all she could do was grab the counter for support. She held on while he sucked on her clit in a very demanding way that told her he could bring her to orgasm in less than two minutes.
Or less. She cried out, not even caring as she rocked her sex against his face when she came.
“Jesus, Tucker,” she said when he licked the sides of her thighs and looked up at her with a very satisfied smile. “I’m going to be late.”
“You’re going to be even later.”
He drew a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her against the counter, shoved his jeans down over his hips, and had that condom on in record time.
She was still quivering from that mind-blasting orgasm when he entered her, pushing deep, making her gasp and moan as he thrust. He slid his hand inside her shirt to tease and pluck her nipples while he fucked her from behind.
Her mind was awash in the visuals of what she must look like bent over her kitchen counter, her hair a mess, her clothes half off, and him pumping into her. Her belly tumbled and her sex quivered listening to his harsh breaths. He gripped her hips hard, and when she pushed back against him, his encouraging words made ripples of desire flitter through her.
And when he slid his hand between her legs, she pushed him away, needing him to concentrate on pushing his big cock into her. She settled her own hand on her clit.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, then pumped hard and fast into her while she made herself come—again.
Sweat dripped down his back with the effort to hold back, but she was so damn good he didn’t want to come. Not just yet, not when Aubry’s cheeks pinkened and a dark flush spread over her breasts.
“Tucker,” she said, digging her nails in harder. “So, so good. You make me want to come.”
“Let go,” he said, bending to kiss her, a hard driving kiss he coupled with deeper, faster thrusts. She cried out against his lips and he felt the force of her orgasm wrapping round his cock, squeezing him tight as she came.
This time, he let go, slamming hard into her with his release. He felt dizzy from it, wrapping an arm around Aubry as her body rocked underneath him.
Spent and out of breath, he nuzzled her neck, licking droplets of perspiration from her skin.
Now that had been good. Really damn good. And when he could breathe again, he told her that.
“It was pretty decent for round one,” she said.
He lifted his head and looked up at her smiling face. “It’s a good thing I’m in great shape. I can tell you’re very demanding.”
She brushed a hair away from his forehead. “I told you I’d been in a drought, didn’t I?”
“Yes. I believe you mentioned that.”
“So, you just happen to be the person I decided to make it rain for me.”
He rolled over to his side, bringing her with him so they faced each other. “And by making it rain, I take it to mean you’d like a monsoon.”
She laughed. “I believe so.”
“No complaints here.” He pulled her on top of him and laid his hands on her ass, kneading the soft globes. She writhed against him until he got hard again.
She grinned down at him. “I could tell from the first time I saw you that you were a rainmaker, Tucker.”
AUBRY ROLLED OVER IN BED AND GLARED AT THE clock. Five a.m.
She really hated five a.m. She yawned, then looked over at the other side of the bed, at the dark-headed god sleeping next to her. She couldn’t help her lopsided smile.
Six times. She’d come six times last night. She was sore in places that hadn’t been sore in years. But it was a really awesome kind of ache.
She waited for regret to set in as she got up and took a shower, then got ready for work. By the time she dried her hair and brewed coffee, she realized she had no regrets.
Last night had been fun, and she felt more relaxed than she’d been in . . .
A very long time.
She sipped her coffee, leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled.
Six orgasms would do that to a person. And God knew she needed some relaxation.
She looked up to find Tucker strolling into the kitchen wearing only his jeans—which were unzipped, showing off all that delicious skin and that vee from his lower abs to places she’d like to explore further—and his glasses.
That man was so damn sexy, glasses and all.
If only she had today off as well.
Dammit.
“I smelled coffee. You heading to work?”
She nodded. “Yes, unfortunately. Help yourself. The door locks on its own when you close it. You can take a shower or go back to bed or whatever.”
He took the cup from her hand and laid it on the counter next to her, then buried his face in her neck and kissed her there. Delicious goose bumps prickled her skin. He took her mouth in a good morning kiss that made her want to tumble back into bed with him for several hours. Her entire body woke to passion and need. One would think after all those orgasms, she’d be more than satisfied.
Apparently not, because before she knew it her fingers had looped their way into his hair, and his hand was down the front of her scrubs. In a few deliberate, coaxing minutes she was primed, ready and throbbing. When he pulled her pants down to her knees and put his mouth on her, all she could do was grab the counter for support. She held on while he sucked on her clit in a very demanding way that told her he could bring her to orgasm in less than two minutes.
Or less. She cried out, not even caring as she rocked her sex against his face when she came.
“Jesus, Tucker,” she said when he licked the sides of her thighs and looked up at her with a very satisfied smile. “I’m going to be late.”
“You’re going to be even later.”
He drew a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her against the counter, shoved his jeans down over his hips, and had that condom on in record time.
She was still quivering from that mind-blasting orgasm when he entered her, pushing deep, making her gasp and moan as he thrust. He slid his hand inside her shirt to tease and pluck her nipples while he fucked her from behind.
Her mind was awash in the visuals of what she must look like bent over her kitchen counter, her hair a mess, her clothes half off, and him pumping into her. Her belly tumbled and her sex quivered listening to his harsh breaths. He gripped her hips hard, and when she pushed back against him, his encouraging words made ripples of desire flitter through her.
And when he slid his hand between her legs, she pushed him away, needing him to concentrate on pushing his big cock into her. She settled her own hand on her clit.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, then pumped hard and fast into her while she made herself come—again.
