Well Built
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Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned as she tipped her hips toward his mouth, giving him better access. He took full advantage, deepening the intimate kiss in ways she didn’t even know was possible. Just as she’d been with him earlier, he was ruthless in his quest to make her come. His tongue was pure magic, and she clutched his hair in her hands as she started to shake, desperately needing something to hold on to as he rocked her world.
She wanted to scream and she was just barely coherent enough to remember that they weren’t truly alone in the house. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip, holding back the cry of pleasure as the hot, demanding lick of his tongue turned greedy, ravenous, merciless, ultimately pushing her trembling and shuddering right over the precipice and straight into sheer bliss.
When she was finished bucking against his mouth, when the last of her internal tremors ebbed away, he stood up and braced his hands on her hips, giving her the support she needed to keep standing until she came to her senses again and her legs stopped shaking like jelly.
“I could do that all night long,” he murmured wickedly. “But I’m dying to be inside you and feel you come around my cock, pulling me in and sucking my dick the same way your lips did earlier.”
God, he was absolutely shameless. “You have the dirtiest mouth, City Boy.”
“You fucking love my filthy mouth,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped to the floor, the gleam in his eyes a little—okay, a whole lot—depraved. “The way it talks, the way it pleasures your pussy, the way it—”
She slapped her palm over his mouth and laughed softly, not sure she could take much more. “Stop.”
Pulling her hand away, he pressed the sweetest kiss in the center of her palm, contradicting his bold and brash statement. “Admit it.”
She smiled and told him the truth. “I love your filthy, dirty mouth.” So much.
He smirked triumphantly at her. “Yeah, you do. Now get up on the bed and spread your gorgeous legs for me, Sunshine, and show me what’s mine.”
Following his request, she climbed up onto the mattress and rested her head on a pillow, watching him at the foot of the bed as he stripped off the last of his clothes, then bent down and retrieved a condom from the pocket of his jeans. Before he could tear it open, she stopped him, and he tipped his head curiously at her.
“I’m on birth control,” she assured him, pointing to the underside of her arm to indicate the implant embedded just under the skin. “I had it put in a few weeks before Tucker and I were supposed to get married because I thought it would be easier, but things ended between us before it went into effect . . . ” She let the words trail off, and it didn’t take him long to figure out what she was trying to say.
“We’ve never had sex without a condom,” he said, his low, intimate voice reminding her of how he’d always driven to another town to buy protection because he hadn’t wanted anyone to gossip about them, and there had been no way she would have gone to the local doctor for the pill, despite confidentiality laws. “In fact, if I’m being honest, I’ve never had sex with anyone without one.”
She was glad. So, so glad. “Me, either,” she whispered, trailing her fingers up the middle of her stomach as she gave him a come-hither smile. “Care to be my first? Again?” she teased.
Dropping the foil packet, he didn’t hesitate to move up onto the bed. He grasped one of her ankles, then the other, widening her even more as he draped her legs over his thighs, took his cock in his hand, and dragged the head through the wetness between. “You’re going to be my first again, too,” he said, teasing them both with another slow, seductive stroke of his smooth, bare dick along her sensitive, needy flesh.
She moaned in frustration, her impatience and desire growing. “I want to feel every inch of you sliding into me, filling me, fucking me so hard and deep I won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Jesus,” he breathed as he finally positioned the thick tip against her core, then braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, his dark eyes looking directly into hers as he grinned. “Who has the dirty, filthy mouth now?”
“Do it, Kyle,” she begged, bending her knees back farther against his hips and gripping his ass in her hands to urge him forward. “Fuck me. Please.”
He pushed his way into her in what felt like a long, endless stroke as his body settled completely over hers, both of them moaning at the exquisite sensation of having absolutely nothing between them. And then he started to move, gradually building the momentum into strong, hard, deep grunting lunges that awakened nerve endings inside her and had her nails digging urgently into the muscle and sinew along his back.
“You feel like fucking heaven.” He bit the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder joined, nipped her lobe, then kissed his way to her lips and devoured the soft, mewling moans she couldn’t hold back.
She was completely surrounded by the man above her, deliciously pinned to the mattress by his weight as his thrusts gained force, their limbs tangled and entwined and her back arching wantonly so she could feel the friction of his chest rubbing against her aching nipples. His hands were in her hair, pulling her head to the side so he could fuse their mouths more deeply, so that they weren’t connected just physically but intimately as well.
And emotionally. Oh, God, the longing swelling inside of her was almost painful, mixed in with the finest, most sublime rapture as her climax stole her breath and redefined the meaning of pleasure and euphoria.
And all she could do was let go and hope to God that when the time came, she’d survive the heartbreak he was bound to leave behind.
* * *
Ella lay curled against Kyle’s side, her cheek on his warm, solid chest and her hand on his flat stomach as he absently threaded his fingers through her hair in the shadowed bedroom. She was thoroughly sated and content for the moment to enjoy this quiet time with Kyle. In a few minutes, she was going to have to kick him out of her bed, because letting him spend the night wasn’t a risk she was willing to take, not even if he promised to slip out at dawn. She knew he was heading back to the city in the morning, and already she was missing him since it would be another long week before she’d get to see him again.
You might as well get used to it, her mind taunted, because the terms of their affair weren’t going to change any time soon, if ever.
She wanted to scream and she was just barely coherent enough to remember that they weren’t truly alone in the house. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip, holding back the cry of pleasure as the hot, demanding lick of his tongue turned greedy, ravenous, merciless, ultimately pushing her trembling and shuddering right over the precipice and straight into sheer bliss.
When she was finished bucking against his mouth, when the last of her internal tremors ebbed away, he stood up and braced his hands on her hips, giving her the support she needed to keep standing until she came to her senses again and her legs stopped shaking like jelly.
“I could do that all night long,” he murmured wickedly. “But I’m dying to be inside you and feel you come around my cock, pulling me in and sucking my dick the same way your lips did earlier.”
God, he was absolutely shameless. “You have the dirtiest mouth, City Boy.”
“You fucking love my filthy mouth,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped to the floor, the gleam in his eyes a little—okay, a whole lot—depraved. “The way it talks, the way it pleasures your pussy, the way it—”
She slapped her palm over his mouth and laughed softly, not sure she could take much more. “Stop.”
Pulling her hand away, he pressed the sweetest kiss in the center of her palm, contradicting his bold and brash statement. “Admit it.”
She smiled and told him the truth. “I love your filthy, dirty mouth.” So much.
He smirked triumphantly at her. “Yeah, you do. Now get up on the bed and spread your gorgeous legs for me, Sunshine, and show me what’s mine.”
Following his request, she climbed up onto the mattress and rested her head on a pillow, watching him at the foot of the bed as he stripped off the last of his clothes, then bent down and retrieved a condom from the pocket of his jeans. Before he could tear it open, she stopped him, and he tipped his head curiously at her.
“I’m on birth control,” she assured him, pointing to the underside of her arm to indicate the implant embedded just under the skin. “I had it put in a few weeks before Tucker and I were supposed to get married because I thought it would be easier, but things ended between us before it went into effect . . . ” She let the words trail off, and it didn’t take him long to figure out what she was trying to say.
“We’ve never had sex without a condom,” he said, his low, intimate voice reminding her of how he’d always driven to another town to buy protection because he hadn’t wanted anyone to gossip about them, and there had been no way she would have gone to the local doctor for the pill, despite confidentiality laws. “In fact, if I’m being honest, I’ve never had sex with anyone without one.”
She was glad. So, so glad. “Me, either,” she whispered, trailing her fingers up the middle of her stomach as she gave him a come-hither smile. “Care to be my first? Again?” she teased.
Dropping the foil packet, he didn’t hesitate to move up onto the bed. He grasped one of her ankles, then the other, widening her even more as he draped her legs over his thighs, took his cock in his hand, and dragged the head through the wetness between. “You’re going to be my first again, too,” he said, teasing them both with another slow, seductive stroke of his smooth, bare dick along her sensitive, needy flesh.
She moaned in frustration, her impatience and desire growing. “I want to feel every inch of you sliding into me, filling me, fucking me so hard and deep I won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Jesus,” he breathed as he finally positioned the thick tip against her core, then braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, his dark eyes looking directly into hers as he grinned. “Who has the dirty, filthy mouth now?”
“Do it, Kyle,” she begged, bending her knees back farther against his hips and gripping his ass in her hands to urge him forward. “Fuck me. Please.”
He pushed his way into her in what felt like a long, endless stroke as his body settled completely over hers, both of them moaning at the exquisite sensation of having absolutely nothing between them. And then he started to move, gradually building the momentum into strong, hard, deep grunting lunges that awakened nerve endings inside her and had her nails digging urgently into the muscle and sinew along his back.
“You feel like fucking heaven.” He bit the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder joined, nipped her lobe, then kissed his way to her lips and devoured the soft, mewling moans she couldn’t hold back.
She was completely surrounded by the man above her, deliciously pinned to the mattress by his weight as his thrusts gained force, their limbs tangled and entwined and her back arching wantonly so she could feel the friction of his chest rubbing against her aching nipples. His hands were in her hair, pulling her head to the side so he could fuse their mouths more deeply, so that they weren’t connected just physically but intimately as well.
And emotionally. Oh, God, the longing swelling inside of her was almost painful, mixed in with the finest, most sublime rapture as her climax stole her breath and redefined the meaning of pleasure and euphoria.
And all she could do was let go and hope to God that when the time came, she’d survive the heartbreak he was bound to leave behind.
* * *
Ella lay curled against Kyle’s side, her cheek on his warm, solid chest and her hand on his flat stomach as he absently threaded his fingers through her hair in the shadowed bedroom. She was thoroughly sated and content for the moment to enjoy this quiet time with Kyle. In a few minutes, she was going to have to kick him out of her bed, because letting him spend the night wasn’t a risk she was willing to take, not even if he promised to slip out at dawn. She knew he was heading back to the city in the morning, and already she was missing him since it would be another long week before she’d get to see him again.
You might as well get used to it, her mind taunted, because the terms of their affair weren’t going to change any time soon, if ever.
