I’d make it the best she ever had.
I slid my hands behind and under her, cupping the curves of her ass.
Testing us both, I held her up, pulling out just an inch.
We both groaned, and her forehead met mine. Moving inside her with nothing between us felt better than good. It felt right.
When she quivered around me, I had enough fucking rhapsodizing. It was time to take.
“You better hang on, baby,” I warned. My heart was already pounding like I’d raced up a half dozen flights of stairs.
I waited until she gripped the back of my seat. “This is what’s gonna happen, Naomi. I’m gonna start moving, and you’re gonna come as fast and as hard as you can. Then I’m gonna take my time driving you up again, and when you go off that second time, I’ll be right there with you.”
“Good plan. Very organized. Measurable goals,” she said, and then she was kissing the air right out of my lungs. I withdrew another inch or two and captured her moan with my mouth.
“Hold on,” I reminded her, and then I was yanking her back down as I rammed my hips up.
It took everything I had not to let go and drive into her again and again. “Jesus, Naomi,” I breathed as her pussy fluttered around my shaft.
“I told you I’m close,” she said, sounding annoyed and embarrassed.
“Everything you do makes me want more,” I growled. Before she could react to my stupid-ass confession, I buried my face in her other breast and started to move. Slowly, purposefully. Even though it cost me.
On my third thrust, she came like a lightning strike, setting off the horn like a victory cry. As the rest of her body tensed, her walls rippled around my dick in the sweetest kind of torture. I almost went cross-eyed trying to keep my release in my balls where it churned.
I’d never had a woman like her. Never felt anything like this before. And if I stopped long enough to think about it, I’d recognize that as a red flag. But in the moment, I didn’t fucking care. I could ignore it as long as Naomi Witt was riding my cock.
“That’s my girl,” I groaned as she gripped and released me to a rhythm more beautiful than music.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chanted until her body finally went limp on top of me.
I went still inside her and gathered her close. I could feel her heart pounding against my own. Then she poked me in the shoulder.
“You promised me another one,” she said, the words muffled against my neck.
“Baby, I’m trying to hang on here to deliver.”
She lifted her head to peer at me through strands of chestnut and caramel. I brushed it back, tucking her hair behind her ears, the gesture feeling oddly intimate. And I wished I hadn’t done it. Because it felt like one more string knotting itself, tethering me to her.
“So it feels this good to you too? I mean, you’re not just like ‘this is fine’？” To illustrate her point, she added a half-hearted thrust with her hips, and I couldn’t hold back the groan.
“Hell, Naomi, there’s nothing ‘fine’ about what it feels like to have you come on my cock. Why the hell do you think I said I’d do this fake boyfriend crap?”
She smirked. “Because you saw how disappointed my parents were in me and you wanted to help me out like the grumpy, small-town hero you are.”
“Smartass. I did it because I woke up, and you weren’t next to me, and I wanted you there.”
“You did?”
“I wanted you there so I could flip you over on your hands and knees and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for the next forty-eight hours without thinking about me.”
She opened her mouth, and something between a moan and a whimper came out.
“I’m not done with you yet, Daisy,” I said. Inwardly, I cringed at the harshness of this statement. Mid-sex me was not usually so fucking chatty. But Naomi was doubting what I’d made her feel. And that wouldn’t stand. Not even in the short-term.
“Can I move again?” she asked.
“Jesus. God. Yes.”
And then she was riding me, working my cock like it was a stallion in need of breaking. Every slick slide, every little moan, every time a fingernail bit into my skin, I felt the rest of the world recede a bit more until it was just Naomi and me.
Sweat beaded on our skin. Our breath mingled as we panted together.
There was nothing like being fully seated inside her. Nothing like claiming her and being claimed.
“Naomi.” I gritted out her name as I felt her start to flutter around me again. Tiny little pulses that drove me out of my fucking mind.