“That’s it, baby . . .”
I don’t need his encouragement, but when he speaks to me while I grind up against him, I feel wild. Feral. A little bit savage. I move against him with more urgency, answering to the demand that’s coming from my more primal self. With every thrust up toward him, I take him into me more fully, until the most sensitive part of me is rubbing on his body while his rod stretches me to the fullest.
“Oh my god,” I say as a slow burn starts to build.
“Oh, yeah. Come on, beautiful, come on.” He pushes against me when I come up to him. Together we meet in the middle and I feel him grow even larger inside me.
And then I feel like I’m drowning. An intense fire rages between my legs. He feels it and starts pushing harder, faster. I meet him stroke for stroke, every thrust sending me closer to the edge.
“Ozzie! Ozzie!” I’m clinging to him, afraid I’ll be lost forever if I let go.
“Come for me, baby, come!” he yells.
He pushes into me up to the limit, and then his body starts jerking inside me. I can’t take it anymore. I cry out and hold on to him for dear life. I’m falling over the edge of a very dark cliff and I can’t hold back. It’s finally come for me: the orgasm I never had before but always read about in romance novels.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
When Ozzie is done and I’ve stopped yelling like a crazy person, he collapses on top of me.
“Urph.” It’s about all I can manage. My throat is sore. I think I might have busted a vocal chord or something.
He rolls off both me and the couch and lands on the floor on his back.
“Ow.” He sounds as exhausted as I feel.
I giggle. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll survive. As long as you don’t try to do that to me again anytime soon.”
I lean over and tap him with my fingers. “You did it, not me.”
He reaches up and takes my fingers to kiss them. “Time for bed, Bo Peep. We have work in the morning.”
“What time is it?” I roll onto my side and look for a clock.
“Midnight.”
I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. He lets my hand go, and I slide it up to rest on my chest.
“Happy?” he asks me.
I grin and nod. “Happy.”
“Tired?”
I shake my head. “Not in the least. I feel like I could fly right now.”
“You’re dangerous.”
I love being dangerous. “You’re the one who tricks perfectly nice girls into taking their clothes off and having crazy sex on the couch at work.”
“I didn’t trick you. You tricked me.”
I roll over and stare down at him. “How so?” I pretend to be indignant over his accusation.
“You walked into that bar last week looking all hotsy-totsy in those pants and that shirt, with your little dog, making me think you were a bored housewife looking for a little action . . . come to find out you’re a ruthless, Taser-wielding, singlestick master with a taste for ex-grunts in beards.”
I can’t stop laughing. His characterization of me couldn’t be more ridiculous.
“Why are you laughing? You know I speak the truth.”
“I know you speak nonsense.”
“Name one thing that wasn’t accurate.”
“I hate beards.”
He jumps up off the floor, and before I know what he’s planning, I’ve been swept up into his arms.
“What are you doing?!” I yell. I sound way too happy for him to mistake my reaction for anger.
“I’m bringing you to bed to give you a spanking.”
“Ohhh, a spanking. I’d like to see you try.” I left my Taser in my purse in his bedroom. If he even thinks about spanking my butt, I’m going to light him on fire.
We fly out of the room and down the hall, with me laughing all the way. I feel like I’ve been tazed or something the way I can’t control myself. It’s like all my life the light switch that is the real me has been turned off, and Ozzie somehow figured out how to turn it on. This is me, the real May Wexler, running through a house naked with Ozzie. So, so Crazy Town right now. I am May “the Orgasm Queen” Wexler.
I’m not one bit surprised this time when he launches me into the air and onto the bed. I am, however, when he flips me over and smacks me on the butt.
“You . . . !” I scream. “You’re going to pay for that!” I twist my body over and make a grab for his arm, but he’s too sweaty to hang onto.
He pushes me back down onto the bed, face first. “You stay there, girl. I’m going to teach you a lesson in manners. Saying my beard was horrible. How dare you.”
I’m lifting my head to defy him, when his hands come to my waist and yank my hips up.
“What are you . . .?”
Suddenly he’s there, behind me. “Surprise,” he says, an evil grin on his face. He’s pressing his hardness against me. It easily slides into the wetness there between my legs.
“Again?” I ask, my voice barely coming out. “Already?”
He smacks me on the butt, lightly this time. “Here I come, baby. Ready or not.”
Oh, I’m so ready for him. He puts on a condom and I lift my butt as high as I can, sighing with pleasure as he fills me once again.
He goes slow this time, building the passion, mindful of my sensitivity. His fingers find their way around to the front of me, stroking me in time with his rhythm.
“You like that?” he asks, pulling me against him hard as he swivels his hips against me.
“Mmmm . . .” My eyes are closed, but I’m smiling. I stretch my arms out to the sides and hang onto the sheets. His rhythm is picking up, pushing me into the mattress.
“That’s it,” I say, encouraging him. “Harder.”
And harder he comes, thrusting in and out, faster and faster. I push into him, letting him know I need even more.
He leans forward, putting his fingers on me again. “Come on, babe.”
“Fuck me, Ozzie.” The words slip out, but I don’t regret them.
“Say that again,” he growls.
“Fuck me . . .” I have to pause for breath, “. . .Ozzie.”
He roars like a wounded lion, and shoves into me so hard we both collapse. His body jerks above me like he’s being electrocuted and I can feel him come inside me.
His hand is still below me and now it moves again. Knowing I drove him over the edge with my body and my words is all I need. I cry and struggle with the orgasm that racks my body. I’ve lost complete control of myself, and I don’t care.
When it’s finally over, what seems like several minutes later, I feel as though I’ve died, or at the very least, run a marathon. I cannot move.
“I’m glad you decided to come over,” he says in my ear.
I giggle like a schoolgirl and then snort lazily. “Me too.”
He rolls off me and lies on his back next to me. I turn my head to look at him.
“Happy?” he asks.
I grin as best I can. My face doesn’t really want to work. “Happy.”
“Good.” He leans over and kisses me before getting up.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Bathroom.”
“‘Kay.” I rearrange myself on the bed, getting under the covers and resting my head on the pillow. This bed is so comfy. I’m just going to relax here until he comes back. Maybe he’ll want to talk or something. We probably should discuss how we’re going to handle working together tomorrow. I don’t want things to be awkward, and I’m sure he doesn’t want that either.
That’s the last thought I remember having before an alarm is going off next to my head and I see a clock reading seven-thirty in the morning.