Rebel

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With a tilt of his head, he pulled her clit between his lips and sucked. He eased his fingers deep inside her and pressed against that spot that made her back arch and pleasure spill through her body. Sensation bombarded her from every direction.
“Holy…fuck…”
Her fingers fisted his hair, her back arched off the granite and her hips pushed toward his mouth. Wes hummed in pleasure, his mouth and hands matching her thrusts, working her from every angle.
She cried out in mindless pleasure. Wes growled against her pussy. Tingling heat slid down her spine, coiling at the base, spreading through her hips.
“Ah, fuck… Wes…”
The orgasm twisted through her body, cutting off her words. Her hand slid out of his hair and gripped the edge of the counter. She screamed on a shudder of ecstasy. Then floated on the high for moments that stretched and stretched.
Only when the very last tremor passed through her body and she’d gone limp on the counter did Wes lift his mouth from her pussy. He kissed his way up her belly. And Rubi barely had the strength to lift her arm to run her hand through his hair. When he raised his mouth from her stomach, residual chocolate darkened his face, framing a gleaming grin.
She huffed a weak laugh, her body light and loose, her head floating. She brought both hands to his face and wiped at the sticky mess while he gathered her into his arms, wrapping her tight against his body, kissing her deep. He tasted of musk and chocolate.
“I need to clean you up,” he said, breathing hard, voice raspy. “Where’s your closest shower?”
Eleven
With Rubi’s sticky chest pressed to his, she kissed his neck as he carried her through the living room to a hallway, Rodie tagging along behind. “Which way?”
“Right,” she murmured. “Through the bedroom. On the left.” She licked a trail up his neck and pulled his earlobe between her teeth. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
Her dark whisper tickled his ear. Drained blood straight from his brain to his cock. She was the most exciting, most erotic, most exquisite woman he’d ever known. “God, Rubi… What the hell took us so long to figure this out?”
She hummed, the soft sound sated and sweet as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “Fear of regretting it later.”
“We won’t.” He turned his head and kissed her temple, reassuring them both. “We won’t.”
He passed through a massive bedroom with a four-poster bed. Rodie jumped into the center and curled into a ball. Wes turned left at the first doorway and found the master bath. The room stretched on forever with whirlpool tub, double vanities, marble floors. And a separate shower, an open design of colorful slate and glass with a million showerheads and a bench.
He set her on her feet and held her waist as he reached in to turn on the water. She was warm and lazy against him, pressing kisses to his arm, chest, neck, anywhere she could reach. So damn sweet it made him smile and ache at the same time. Her hand slid down his chest, belly, and pushed at his pants until his cock came free. Her fingers curved around him with a long, hungry moan.
“Holy fuck,” slipped out of his mouth. Bright lights lit off behind his eyes. Lust streaked up his spine. “Baby…”
“Do you have condoms?” she asked against his shoulder.
“Can’t think when you’re touching me.” Wes pulled her hand from his pants and pushed the cotton past his hips, letting them fall to the floor. “Jesus, okay, what?”
“Damn, you’ve got a body on you, Lawson,” she said. “Condoms.”
His mind chugged, chugged, failed. “Aren’t you on birth control?”
“Yes, but…”
He tested the water with his hand and stepped in, pulling her with him. Water hit him from every direction, and Wes put his face directly beneath a stream until his head—and the chocolate—cleared. Then he wiped the water from his eyes.
“I have some,” she said. “I’ll get them—”
“I’m clean,” he said, curving an arm around her waist and pulling her back. “I haven’t had sex in three months and came back clear two months ago.”
She turned her face up to his, those beautiful eyes hazed and heavy lidded. Christ, she was painfully beautiful. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Three months?” she asked. “Why not?”
He slid his hands over her small waist, the flare of her hips, around her ass. Smooth. Firm. Warm. Beautiful.
Heaven. Fucking heaven.
“You’re the only woman I’ve wanted.”
He leaned down and kissed her. She was soft, so giving, so fucking hot she blurred his brain. He needed to be inside her. Needed…
“Rubi,” he groaned.
“Let me get—”
He caught her arm, twirled her back, and took her face in both hands. Her hair was damp and midnight black, her eyes bright ocean green. “Baby, do we need them?”
“I… No, I guess… I mean, I’m clean too. I’ve just always used a condom. I just—”
He pulled her mouth to his, kissing her with all the hunger he’d built up over the months. While their tongues danced, he wrapped her in his arms, lifted, turned, and pressed her against the smooth rock wall. She opened her legs to him, wrapped his hips, and pulled him close with her feet at his back. The feel of her wanting him made his chest so tight, he ached.
“I want to be different, Rubi,” he said between kisses. “I want to feel you. Every inch of you.”
Reaching between them, Wes stroked the head of his cock over her opening, seated himself, then, unable to do anything else, he thrust. A sound bubbled from her throat, one echoing the delicious pleasure riding his own nerves. She gripped him with her heat, and his mind blanked out. His legs shook.
“Fucking. Perfect,” he breathed.
“God…” Her head tilted back against the wall. Plump pink lips parted. Eyes closed. So much pleasure tightening her face, need yanked at his limited control.
He retreated slightly, bent his knees, and thrust deeper. All her softness and heat parted for him. Then surrounded him. Clung to him. Squeezed him.
“Oh yes.” Her throaty approval corresponded with the pinch of her nails in his skin and jolted lust through his lower body. He pulled out to thrust again. And, fuck, had sex ever been this perfect before? Had he ever needed to come so fast?
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried.
His body overrode his mind, and he thrust again.
“Deeper. Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck, Wes, more.”
No, he needed to slow down. Needed to make this more than just a fuck. The same fuck she could get from any guy. Bringing a woman pleasure had never been so important to him. “Rubi…”
She growled, tilted her pelvis so her hips pulled away. His length dragged against her supple walls, bathed in heat. Another fireworks display lit off behind his eyes. This time they extended down his spine, and he didn’t have a chance to gather any control before she dropped both hands to his ass, dug her nails in, and pulled while thrusting her own hips forward. He sank deep, deep, deep into her lushness.
“Motherfucker.” His voice shook along with his control. This was bliss. Sheer fucking bliss. Elation that filled him until he needed to explode with it.
She pushed into him again. And again. And again.
Her pussy a strong, wet, hot…deliriously perfect fucking grip around his cock. Her perfect breasts jiggling with each move. Need, lust, desire, they coiled and sang down his spine. Fire embedded in his groin. Tension grew across his hips.
“Rubi…baby…slow down…”
But she’d found a rhythm. A perfect, hypnotic rhythm, stroking him long and deep. But a rhythm that would take him to the peak way too soon.
“You feel…” She leaned in and kissed him. “So good.”
Another zing pushed him closer to climax. He huffed a thick, dry laugh. He’d never make it as long as he’d hoped. “Dammit.”
Her teeth sank into his shoulder. The pinch brought him back from the edge. To her nails digging into the skin of his ass. To the little sounds of growing pleasure. To the way her hips moved faster, harder.
“Rubi, wait…” God, if she didn’t stop… “Rubi, baby—”
Her legs tightened around his hips as she pressed her face into his neck. Her high-pitched sound of pleasure rocketed through Wes, speared his cock, and he was gone. He let go of the restraint with a deep growl, grabbed her ass and drove into her. He used every muscle in his thighs, his ass, his abdomen to gather strength for each thrust. Driving, driving, driving…driving so fucking deep.
“Wes… God… Please…” She didn’t make any sense, but he understood perfectly.
He clenched his teeth to hold out for her second orgasm. And, Christ, it was harder than the first. Her walls fisted around him with such perfect softness, he exploded. Spilled into her.
So base. So primal. So fucking hot.
His orgasm wrung through every muscle in his body, lasting for what felt like forever. The pleasure rampage trailed into deep, exquisite bliss…and a muscle in his ass cramped. Pain shot through his cheek and into his hip. He grimaced, shifted his weight, and huffed a laugh.
Rubi had gone limp. Her head tipped back, resting against the wall, eyes closed, arms hanging loose at her sides, muscles of her thighs soft around his hips. And her chest rocked with a chaotic mix of quick breaths and a hammering heart.
“Christ, Lawson…” she breathed, “I knew it would…be like this…”
He hadn’t. He’d expected a thrill, but…no, not that… God, how did he describe it? Animalistic, wickedly erotic, consuming… He might be a few brain cells short at the moment, but he knew without any doubt it had never been that good.
He held her up with his weight and what little strength he had left. Forced his eyes to stay open enough to watch her float back to earth. His smile stemmed from happiness spiraling through his chest and a deep, deep satisfaction—physical and emotional. She’d opened up to him. Trusted him. Taken a chance.
He wanted to spend the rest of the night rewarding her. Proving she’d made the right choice. But he wouldn’t press that issue. He knew it would be the quickest way to lose her. He could only hope she wasn’t done with him now.
Wes reached up and angled one of the water streams between their bodies. Staying inside her—where he damn well belonged, he’d decided—he poured soap into his hand and leisurely stroked it over Rubi’s breasts and down her flat belly, making him remember the ice cream. Where the hell that wild compulsion had come from, he had no idea. He’d never done anything so spontaneous. So ridiculously…decadent. So carelessly…playful. He couldn’t imagine any woman he’d been with in the past open to something so frivolous, so messy, so…fucking fun.
“You’ve got an awfully cocky grin on your face, Lawson.” Her soft voice brought his gaze up. Her eyes were open, but so heavy her black lashes concealed all but the sparkle.