A Perfect Storm
Page 110
“Ah, God, baby…” He felt the stroke of her tongue, the firm way she held him in her hand, and he knew he wouldn’t last. “Sorry, Arizona.” He twisted away.
Eyes dazed and hot, she looked up at him. “You didn’t like it?”
“I liked it too f**king much.”
“Oh.” Breathing hard, she looked down at him, still held tight in her fist. “Hmm.” She kissed him again, and he went taut from his head to his toes.
“I won’t last. If you don’t stop that, it’ll be over, and that’s not what we want.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
Slowly, he lifted one hand, and when she didn’t protest that, he cupped her cheek. “You’re breathing hard. Your face is flushed and your ni**les are tight. If I put my fingers in you right now, I’d find you wet and ripe and ready. Admit it.”
She swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.”
“You want me. And I love it that you do.”
Her eyes flared a little at that word, but she remained mute.
“That means we need to finish this together.”
Again she looked at his cock. “With you inside me?”
“God, yes.”
“All right.” But she tortured him more by saying, “I’m still in control though.”
Obligingly, Spencer put his hand back behind his head.
Arizona took her time putting the condom on him. “You are so impressive, in so many ways.”
He didn’t want her under some misplaced delusion that he was more than himself, more than a hardworking guy, trying to do the right thing whenever he could. Especially with her. “I’m just a man.”
“Not even close.”
He forged on. “And right now I’m a desperately horny man.”
She laughed.
He didn’t. “I need you, Arizona. Right now. No more playing.”
Her gaze met his, and it was…profound. He felt it, whether she did or not.
“I want to be inside you.”
“Yeah, okay.” In a rush, she moved up over him.
“You need me to touch you.”
“No.” She shook her head even as she guided him in. “I just want to watch you.”
But he was big, and this way was so deep…
“All of me, honey.”
Her bottom lip caught in her teeth, she eased down onto him. Lifted again, eased down more.
“Sit down, Arizona.” Hands knotted behind his head, his shoulders, chest and abs tense with the strain, Spencer watched her, saw the heightening of her color, and though he didn’t mean to, he took over. “Brace your hands on my chest.”
She did, arms straight and stiff.
“That’s it.” His voice sounded gravelly, but he couldn’t help that. “Now put your legs out. Relax. More, honey. Yeah, let me all the way in.”
Fully seated on him, she pressed down more, grinding until Spencer couldn’t help but give a harsh groan.
“Okay, sure,” she panted. “That did it for me.”
Fighting the urge to drive up into her, he asked roughly, “What?”
“Hearing you sound all turned on.”
“God, Arizona, how could I not be?” He stared at her body, at her face. “Do you know how you feel to me? How damned good it is to see you like this, to be with you like this?”
“Yeah, okay.” She held out her arms. “You can take over. Feel free to get as touchy as you want—”
Before she’d finished, he dragged her down to him and wrapped his arms around her, touching her with his hands, his mouth, holding her steady as he thrust up feverishly…
Her nails bit into his shoulders, and she cried out.
The second he felt her coming, Spencer wanted to join her, but instead he held back.
It wasn’t easy.
Clamping his hands onto her bottom, he helped her maintain the rhythm so that she felt every single ripple of pleasure.
Very soon, he decided, it would be his turn. But this time would be different.
And it would be important.
* * *
WHILE IN A DREAMY FOG, their heartbeats still pounding together, feeling soft and limp, Arizona smiled. “Better and better.”
Spencer stroked her hair lazily, and then, slowly, he turned them until he’d moved over her. Still deep inside her, he positioned himself on his elbows, keeping the weight of his chest lifted off her. He watched her, his hand gentle at the side of her face.
Funny, but just like that, just because it was Spencer, she realized that it wasn’t so terrifying after all.
He kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her lips. “Okay?”
She felt the trembling in his big body and nodded. “I want to watch you come.”
He put his forehead to hers and slowly withdrew, slowly sank back in. She felt his strenuous breaths against her lips, felt the heat pouring off him.
In a way, it felt more secure, having him over her like this, covering her with his size and strength; it felt…protective, instead of controlling.
Without really thinking about it, Arizona lifted one leg around him.
He thrust a little harder, a little faster.
Incredible. She twined the other leg around him, too, and tightened.
“Arizona,” he whispered, and he kissed her, hot and languid, deep and hungry. Two strokes later, he put his head back and growled out his release.
It was pretty amazing. She smiled as her legs slipped away from him, smiled that even now, after coming, he thought to stay on his elbows.
Eyes dazed and hot, she looked up at him. “You didn’t like it?”
“I liked it too f**king much.”
“Oh.” Breathing hard, she looked down at him, still held tight in her fist. “Hmm.” She kissed him again, and he went taut from his head to his toes.
“I won’t last. If you don’t stop that, it’ll be over, and that’s not what we want.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
Slowly, he lifted one hand, and when she didn’t protest that, he cupped her cheek. “You’re breathing hard. Your face is flushed and your ni**les are tight. If I put my fingers in you right now, I’d find you wet and ripe and ready. Admit it.”
She swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.”
“You want me. And I love it that you do.”
Her eyes flared a little at that word, but she remained mute.
“That means we need to finish this together.”
Again she looked at his cock. “With you inside me?”
“God, yes.”
“All right.” But she tortured him more by saying, “I’m still in control though.”
Obligingly, Spencer put his hand back behind his head.
Arizona took her time putting the condom on him. “You are so impressive, in so many ways.”
He didn’t want her under some misplaced delusion that he was more than himself, more than a hardworking guy, trying to do the right thing whenever he could. Especially with her. “I’m just a man.”
“Not even close.”
He forged on. “And right now I’m a desperately horny man.”
She laughed.
He didn’t. “I need you, Arizona. Right now. No more playing.”
Her gaze met his, and it was…profound. He felt it, whether she did or not.
“I want to be inside you.”
“Yeah, okay.” In a rush, she moved up over him.
“You need me to touch you.”
“No.” She shook her head even as she guided him in. “I just want to watch you.”
But he was big, and this way was so deep…
“All of me, honey.”
Her bottom lip caught in her teeth, she eased down onto him. Lifted again, eased down more.
“Sit down, Arizona.” Hands knotted behind his head, his shoulders, chest and abs tense with the strain, Spencer watched her, saw the heightening of her color, and though he didn’t mean to, he took over. “Brace your hands on my chest.”
She did, arms straight and stiff.
“That’s it.” His voice sounded gravelly, but he couldn’t help that. “Now put your legs out. Relax. More, honey. Yeah, let me all the way in.”
Fully seated on him, she pressed down more, grinding until Spencer couldn’t help but give a harsh groan.
“Okay, sure,” she panted. “That did it for me.”
Fighting the urge to drive up into her, he asked roughly, “What?”
“Hearing you sound all turned on.”
“God, Arizona, how could I not be?” He stared at her body, at her face. “Do you know how you feel to me? How damned good it is to see you like this, to be with you like this?”
“Yeah, okay.” She held out her arms. “You can take over. Feel free to get as touchy as you want—”
Before she’d finished, he dragged her down to him and wrapped his arms around her, touching her with his hands, his mouth, holding her steady as he thrust up feverishly…
Her nails bit into his shoulders, and she cried out.
The second he felt her coming, Spencer wanted to join her, but instead he held back.
It wasn’t easy.
Clamping his hands onto her bottom, he helped her maintain the rhythm so that she felt every single ripple of pleasure.
Very soon, he decided, it would be his turn. But this time would be different.
And it would be important.
* * *
WHILE IN A DREAMY FOG, their heartbeats still pounding together, feeling soft and limp, Arizona smiled. “Better and better.”
Spencer stroked her hair lazily, and then, slowly, he turned them until he’d moved over her. Still deep inside her, he positioned himself on his elbows, keeping the weight of his chest lifted off her. He watched her, his hand gentle at the side of her face.
Funny, but just like that, just because it was Spencer, she realized that it wasn’t so terrifying after all.
He kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her lips. “Okay?”
She felt the trembling in his big body and nodded. “I want to watch you come.”
He put his forehead to hers and slowly withdrew, slowly sank back in. She felt his strenuous breaths against her lips, felt the heat pouring off him.
In a way, it felt more secure, having him over her like this, covering her with his size and strength; it felt…protective, instead of controlling.
Without really thinking about it, Arizona lifted one leg around him.
He thrust a little harder, a little faster.
Incredible. She twined the other leg around him, too, and tightened.
“Arizona,” he whispered, and he kissed her, hot and languid, deep and hungry. Two strokes later, he put his head back and growled out his release.
It was pretty amazing. She smiled as her legs slipped away from him, smiled that even now, after coming, he thought to stay on his elbows.
