“Oh my God,” she says as she grips the comforter tighter. “Huxley, I want you inside me. Now.”
I want her too. So fucking bad. But I want to see her.
I grip her hips and twist her on the bed so she’s flipped to her back. She scoots upward, offering me room, so I climb onto the mattress as well and move toward the headboard with her. She’s waiting for me, legs spread and arms open wide, so I ease down onto her and prop my body up with my forearms, which cradle her head.
“You’re beautiful, Lottie. I’m not sure I’ve ever told you that, but you are. Fucking breathtaking.”
Her eyes go soft as she reaches up and presses her palm to my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers before pulling my mouth down to hers.
With a featherlight touch, she moves her lips against mine in a tantalizing, teasing performance giving me a little, but not giving me nearly enough of her delicious mouth. I growl in frustration, which causes her to smile and pull her lips away even more.
“Kiss me, Lottie. Let me taste those lips.”
“You sound as though you’ve been wanting these lips for a long time.”
I move my hand closer to her face so I can float my finger over her cheek. “I have been. Now let me fucking enjoy.”
Her smile grows even brighter and she tugs on my neck so my mouth swoops down on hers, and I capture her lips, claiming her with my kisses.
My mouth moves over hers with savage intensity, begging her for more but savoring every moment.
Her hand moves to the back of my head. With my thrusting tongue, I part her lips so that our tongues clash in heated passion.
Our once calm, leisurely kiss has now turned into something frantic, something completely carnal. Her grip on the back of my head grows tighter. My hand falls to her jaw and I hold her mouth in place, gaining control over this kiss.
Because I’m falling.
In this moment, with her legs spread and my erection resting against her center, our hands holding on tightly, our mouths claiming each other . . . I’m fucking falling. I can feel it in my bones.
She’s not what I was expecting.
But she’s everything I fucking want.
Pulling my mouth away, I kiss her chin, then her jaw, then the column of her neck to her collarbone. Her body shifts under mine, and I move down to her breasts, dragging my tongue along her skin, until I meet her pert nipple. I massage her right breast as I pull her left into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, Huxley.”
She pulls on the strands of my hair as my teeth massage her nipple. When I nibble, a hiss escapes her lips, followed by a drawn-out moan.
“I’m so wet,” she whispers and then takes my hand and brings it between her lips. “Feel me. Feel how drenched I am for you.”
I slide my finger across her pussy, and fuck, she’s right. She’s dripping.
I lift off her breasts and her eyes connect with mine. “I want you,” she says softly. “Please, Huxley.”
“I’m all yours, baby,” I say as I press a sweet, gentle kiss to her mouth.
Her legs spread even wider so I take the opportunity to smooth my hand down her leg and then carefully lift it until it’s draped over my shoulder.
“That okay?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s comfortable.
“Yes, so good.”
“Perfect,” I say as I grip my cock and tease her entrance with it. She thrusts her hips toward me, and I smile at how impatient she is.
Hell, I’m just as impatient.
I move my hips forward and shift my cock inside her just an inch.
But that inch is all it takes.
Her warmth sucks me in, and I push farther, not giving her much time to adjust.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You’re so goddamn perfect for me.” I take a deep breath and ask, “Are you okay?”
“More,” is all she says. “I want more, Huxley.”
Given the green light, I thrust all the way in until I bottom out, unable to push any farther. She groans as her eyes fly shut and her chest arches toward me. I take that moment to bring her breast to my mouth again, wanting to make sure she’s as relaxed as possible, because I’m not going to be able to hold back very long. Not when she feels this good.
Needing to feel her, I slowly thrust into her, while my mouth plays over her taut nipples.
“You’re so big,” she says, letting out a deep breath. This relaxes her more, and I’m able to thrust farther.
“Baby, you need to relax some more, you’re tense.”
“Then bring those lips back to my mouth,” she says, pulling at my chin with her finger.
I don’t automatically move up to her lips. I drag my tongue along her skin and pepper kisses up her neck and along her jaw, leaving a path of pleasure in my wake. I own every last inch of her. When I reach her mouth, I waste no time in tangling our tongues together.
And I feel her relax even more.
Fuck. I thrust again, and I go deeper, so deep that my vision narrows.
“Yes,” she whispers against my lips.
Mouths connected, I pick up my pace and thrust harder, quicker.
“Never been this good,” I admit as my tempo becomes frenzied. “Never in my goddamn life.”
“Same,” she cries, her back arching more, her leg clamping around my shoulder. “Oh God, I’m getting close. More, Hux.” I’m so close. So fucking close. So good.
I lower her leg from my shoulder, press her thighs wide open, and say, “Hold your legs.”
She does, and I brace myself on the mattress as I pound into her harder.
My hips are relentless. Pushing and pushing and pushing.
The pleasure between us heightens.
My body begins to float as the first ripple of pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Fuck, Lottie. I’m going to—”
“Yes,” she moans as her pussy clenches around my cock. “You’re making me come. Oh God, Huxley.”
With a cry of absolute pleasure, so goddamn loud I’m almost positive the pilots can hear us, she comes all over my cock, and I use her spasms to push me over the edge while she gasps in sweet agony.
My balls tighten, and with one final pulse of my hips, my orgasm rips through me like a goddamn wrecking ball through my ribcage.
It takes my breath away.
It rocks me to my very core as I come over and over inside her.
The lasting ripples of pleasure casually throb up and down my spine as I collapse on top of her.
Her arms wrap around my back and her hands gently caress my shoulders as we both catch our breath. After a few seconds, I lift up just enough so not all of my weight is on top of her, and I reach up to brush my thumb over her cheek.
“Are you okay?” I ask, worried that I was too rough.
“I’m perfect,” she answers with a sated smile. She lifts up and presses another kiss to my lips. “I’m really so perfect, Huxley.”
And she looks like she is. Heady eyes. Satisfied smile. Relaxed body.
“Are we able to just lie here for a second?” she asks.
“As long as you want. Let me just get something to clean us up.” I press one more kiss to her lips and then lift off her. There’s a bathroom attached to the bedroom, thankfully, so I walk in there, clean up quickly, and then wet a washcloth for her. When I turn to go back to the bedroom, I discover her standing in the bathroom doorway, wearing my shirt.
Fuck.
She looks so damn good with her hair rumpled, coming loose from her ponytail, and a satisfied expression on her face.
I hold out the washcloth. “Here,” I say.
She presses her hand to my chest, kisses my jaw, and then takes the washcloth and goes into the bathroom. Giving her some privacy, I step into my boxer briefs, then hop into bed and under the covers. We have an hour before we have to be back in our seats.