Elisa’s eyes drifted shut when he flexed his hips and penetrated her fully. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he held himself still. He wanted to feel her satin softness cradling him for one blissful moment before spiraling them both out of control. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and glided down his back. She dug her nails into his ass cheeks, trying to urge him on.
He buried his face in her neck. “Just hold still a minute.” Sweet Lord, she felt so damn good underneath him. He almost passed out from the sheer ecstasy of her muscles clamping around him like a velvety vise.
“Brody, you’re killing me,” she whispered, and tried again to urge him on with her hands on his ass.
The woman was impatient. After holding himself still for as long as he could, he started the slow slide of retreat. Elisa moaned and clenched her inner muscles around him. A startling thought occurred to him after he felt every ripple of her inner wall. He pushed himself onto one elbow and glanced down to where they joined. How could he have been so forgetful?
“What’s wrong?” she asked when he’d stopped and gone completely rigid.
He blinked and lifted his gaze to hers. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
Relief washed over her beautiful features. “It’s okay, I take birth control.”
For one brief moment, Brody seriously thought about abandoning his rule and staying inside her. Nothing else would give him more pleasure than to be able to feel her, skin to skin.
He shook his head and pulled all the way out. “I’m sorry, but I can’t take a chance.”
“Brody,” she protested when he left her side.
“I have a spare condom in my wallet.” And thank goodness he did, otherwise he’d have to go against his own code of conduct. Strangely enough, Elisa had been the first woman in a long time to make him consider such a thing.
With shaky, sweaty hands, he yanked the protection out of his wallet and fumbled with the wrapper. “Dammit,” he cursed when his fingers kept slipping over the packaging with no success.
“Give it to me,” she whispered.
He gladly handed the thing over and settled himself on top of her. Elisa made fast work of the wrapper and gave the rolled-up piece of rubber back to him.
“On second thought, let me.” She snagged the condom from him. “I don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind right now.”
“Can you blame me?”
The corners of her mouth turned up in a devilish grin as she reached between the two of them and found his achingly hard dick.
“Jesus.” He groaned when her fingers brushed along his length. She managed to fit the latex around him, rolling it all the way down to the very base. It was a damn tight squeeze; it was as if he’d swelled even more in the past few minutes.
“You’re barely hanging on, aren’t you?” she teased, then gave him a hard squeeze.
“Quit that,” he warned.
“But I’m having fun. And you like it.”
He swatted her hand away, pinned both her arms above her head, and entered her with a single, deep thrust. She gasped and arched into him.
“Serves you right for torturing me,” he rasped. “Now it’s your turn.” More sweat beaded his forehead at the feel of her heat surrounding him. She was so tight and slick. It was the most exquisite thing he’d ever felt.
He stared down at her as he withdrew almost all the way, until the very tip of him was nestled inside, then rammed himself back in. This time Elisa cried out and clenched her hands into tight fists.
He stilled at the thought that she might be in pain. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Her eyelashes slowly swept up, revealing deep brown eyes and dilated pupils. “No,” she whispered.
Enough of this slow shit. He’d been patient long enough, and he needed to feel her muscles clamp round him in orgasm.
They developed a nice, even rhythm of him retreating and her lifting her hips to meet his pounding. Her arms remained fastened above her head, but her legs bent higher around him, and she locked her ankles on his lower back. He lowered his forehead to hers as her eyes drifted shut, and she muttered something in Portuguese.
“What’s that?” He groaned into her neck.
She gasped when he ground himself into her even harder. “Just that it feels so good.”
Her words sent him over the edge. He released her hands so he could hold onto her hips. His fingers bit into her soft flesh and held her hips steady as he pounded into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingernails biting into his skin, as her inner muscles clamped down on his dick and rippled around him. Elisa cried out her pleasure, gasping and moaning and holding onto him for dear life. Mere moments after that, he followed her, jetting out his release in an earth-shattering orgasm that took his breath away. Brody couldn’t remember the last time he came so hard and fast. Through the whole thing, Elisa held him with her limbs wrapped around him and her lips whispering his name.
Brody was pretty sure he’d entered another realm.
He pressed gentle kisses into her neck while their breathing slowed, and they both came back to reality. Elisa pulled in a deep breath and ran her hands up his back. She cradled the back of his head with one hand.
“We can’t stay here all day like this,” she murmured in a sleepy tone.
“You expect me to move while you’re touching me like this? I’m thinking about taking a quick nap.”
“It’s two fifteen,” she said as she ran her hand in hypnotic circles over the coiled muscles of his back.
“So?” he muttered into her neck.
She smacked his bare ass. “So you have to pick your son up in forty-five minutes.”
He grinned and nuzzled her hair. “Plenty of time for a nap and another round.”
“How about a shower instead? We’re both covered in sweat.”
He lifted his head and stared down at her. “Only if I get to slather soap on you with my bare hands.”
TWELVE
A FEW MINUTES LATER, THEY both stood naked and wet under the hot spray of the shower. They washed their hair at the same time, then took turns rinsing. Brody couldn’t help his eyes wandering to Elisa’s slick body and remembering the feel of her beneath him. At the moment, her skin gleamed with water, and shampoo ran down her spectacular breasts as she rinsed her hair. Brody stood directly in front of her and watched as she tilted her head back under the water and closed her eyes. The woman was a freakin’ fantasy come true.
“You’re staring,” she said after she opened her eyes and caught him gawking at her. One of her brows lifted when his penis swelled and rose until it pointed out at a ninety-degree angle.
He glanced down at the muscle, then looked back at her. “It has a mind of its own.”
She nodded and ran her fingers through her wet hair.
“Do you always slip into Portuguese like that?” he asked, remembering when she whispered the foreign language in his ear.
An adorable blush colored her high cheekbones. She giggled and grabbed the bottle of conditioner. “Only when I’m… discombobulated.”
He took a step closer to her and wrapped an arm around her smooth, slim waist. “Discombobulated?” he repeated, and brought his head down to her neck. Her skin tasted clean and fresh, like the wildflowers he always smelled on her. His tongue darted out and swirled in a circle, then licked up to her ear. Elisa’s head tilted to the side, granting him full access.
“I wonder what else I can make you say,” he whispered against her skin. He gave her ear one little nip, prompting a gasp from her.