"Trey!" she gasped against his mouth. "Take it easy."
"I can't," he muttered, nipping at her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. "I can't. I'm burning up. Christ, I need you, Marli." He fisted his hands in her hair, yanked her head back and kissed her again, ruthlessly taking her mouth, parting her lips wider.
She gave a small whimper, but she didn't retreat. She clung to him, pressed herself into him as if she couldn't get close enough, one long leg wrapping around his calf. He reached down and grabbed that leg, lifted her thigh over his hip, thus giving him better access to the softness between her legs, and he thrust himself there, his dick so hard he thought he might burst.
"Now," he bit out. "I need to fuck you. Rightnow."
He flicked open the button of his jeans, then let go of her to lower his zipper, thrusting his pants and boxers down past his hips. His cock sprang free, hard, red, throbbing. Then he had Marli's jeans open, too, and pushed them down to her knees. She kicked them off just as he grabbed her ass again and lifted her against him, taking two steps and slamming her against the wall.
She gave a soft gasp, and he covered her mouth with his again as her legs wrapped around him. She folded her arms around him and held on, and he inserted a hand between them to find his cock and shove it into her.
"Trey!" She wrestled her mouth away from his. "We need a condom."
Shit. He paused, gasping for breath, eyes closed. "Yeah. Okay, yeah." He searched his memory and, with immense relief, recalled putting a condom in his pocket. He shoved a hand into his jeans, hanging just off his hips, and pulled it out triumphantly. He handed it to her and, behind his neck, she ripped it open and dropped the wrapper. Between them, they managed to get it on him without Marli falling to the floor, and then he was in her again, hot and hard, thrusting in and up, powerful, fiercely pounding into her.
Her head thunked against the wall as he drove into her, her eyes closed, mouth open. He pressed his face into the side of her neck, gave her a hot, wet love bite there, then inhaled. Then his climax crashed over him and he exploded in her, his hips jerking between her softer ones, and she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders in a pain that was strangely satisfying.
His body slowed and then stilled, pressing her against the wall, as he dragged air into his lungs.
"Jesus, Trey." She moaned. "You are so over the top."
He took one more breath in, then lifted his head. "Did I hurt you?"
She rolled her head back and forth against the wall. "No. Yes. I don't know. I've never been fucked up against a wall before."
Her words turned him on all over again and made him shudder. "You didn't come," he said tightly. "I'm sorry."
"I think you know what to do."
She never ceased to amaze him with her honest forthrightness. He couldn't help but smile, his face hot and tight.
"Yeah," he said. "I know what to do." Holding her luscious ass cheeks, he stepped away from the wall. His pants almost tripped him up, but luckily the motel room wasn't big and it was only a few steps to the bed. He tossed her down and she bounced on the mattress with a little squeal. He kicked off his jeans, ripped his shirt off over his head and knelt between her legs.
"I've been dying to taste you again." He parted her thighs, this time with more gentleness, but still with focused intensity.
She shivered and fisted her hands in the bedspread. He leaned in for a taste, a long, luxurious lick, a suckle, a nip. She writhed beneath him, drenched and swollen with her arousal, thighs quivering. The scent of her filled his head--warm woman, her taste like melting honey on his tongue.
He ate at her with insatiable hunger, using his lips and tongue to torment her, bring her up. She arched into his mouth, cried out and went over the edge, vibrating in ecstasy.
He lifted his mouth from her pussy and sat up, wiping his chin.
"There," he said with satisfaction, taking note of the dazed look of pleasure on her face. "That should take the edge off. Now we can take our time."
"You can't possibly--"
He tossed the used condom somewhere toward the waste basket across the room and slid up beside her on the bed.
"Let's get under the covers." He tugged back one corner of the bedspread. Marli rolled away from him, lifted herself up, then rolled back under. She was still wearing her T-shirt and bra, and he carefully pushed the shirt up, then lifted it over her head, deftly snapped open the closure of her bra and tugged it off her, revealing her perfect breasts. They were exactly how he liked breasts--full, round, with high nipples. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking gently on it, wringing a low moan from her.
He wanted to hold her for a few minutes before he made love to her again. He pulled her against him, loving the way she fit herself to his body. Their legs twined together in an instinctive dance. They stayed like that for a while. He could feel her heartbeat, her every breath, like it was his own.
A vague feeling of uneasiness stirred in him. The emotions he'd been repressing earlier were teasing his consciousness: a feeling of tenderness for this woman, a feeling of connection, a faint, growing buzz of vitality.
He closed his eyes and pressed closer to her.
Chapter 17
They might have slept. The lamp glowing in the corner provided the only light, and Marli found Trey's broad wrist and turned it so she could see his watch. It was nearly two in the morning, but time had basically stood still since they'd entered that room.
He taken her so fast and hard her head had spun. Was still spinning. But she'd loved it, loved every rough, hard thrust of his body, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She'd likely be bruised and sore tomorrow, but she couldn't care less. She loved that she could provoke such strong emotions in him, this man who was so tightly controlled and self-contained. It was in him. She didn't know exactly what "it" was, could only hope, but she knew he had some feelings for her.
She snuggled closer against him, his body radiating heat and energy. His hair-roughened legs were tangled up with hers, and she slid one leg up and down, rubbing him. He stirred against her, his thick penis twitching, and she ran her hands down his smooth back.
They moved together, slowly, languorously, rubbing against each other. She found his mouth, their heads on the pillows, and they kissed as if they were drunk, long, slow, open-mouthed kisses, in perfect unison. A yearning grew in her, a hunger for him, a deep, empty ache low in her belly, between her thighs.
With one leg over his hip, her pelvis moved rhythmically of its own accord, instinctively circling, pressing, lifting against his big thigh. Their mouths still joined, their bodies moved together in small, languid pulses that gradually became hungrier, hotter.
He rolled her over onto her back, pressed her down, kissed her deeply, full-mouthed, his tongue sliding in, filling her mouth. She was lost to it, drowning in sensation, her body dissolving, melting, liquid heat pooling lower in her belly and making her ache for more.
His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, tugging her tender nipples, stroking her belly, her thighs, tickling, making her shiver. Then he was turning her again, onto her stomach, gently.
"Trey..."
"Shhh. I didn't finish exploring you last night," he said softly. "I didn't finish finding all those little places that make you shiver, all those places you love to be touched." His hands were magical, and she moaned as they roamed over her back, dipping into the curve of her spine, then sliding over her buttocks, cupping and cuddling them, stroking between them, sliding down to the backs of her thighs.
Oooh. She let out a long sigh of delight, his hands caressing her thighs. She'd had no idea she was so sensitive there, that she could derive so much delicious pleasure from being petted there.