Kristin Hardy - Hot Moves

The sensation overwhelmed her. She’d thought about it over the years, tried to remember what it was like. Nothing had prepared her for the reality. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers slipping on the muscles that bunched and tightened with the motion.

And he watched her, his eyes narrowed with pleasure.

She’d wrapped her legs around his waist but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him deeper. She worked them up higher, around his sides. And finally, higher still, over his arms to rest her ankles on his shoulders. Turning his head, he kissed her instep, then he looked down and his eyes darkened.

She could see. If she glanced down where they came together, she could see it all, the thick shaft of his cock, sliding in and out of her. And it was incredible, suddenly so real. “Oh, Brady,” she said softly. “Look at it.”

AND HE DID—at her face, her breasts, the long sweep of torso down to where they were intimately joined. But it wasn’t that that overwhelmed Brady. It was the excitement and arousal in Thea’s voice, the fascination in her eyes. “I want you to come,” she whispered. “I want to feel it, I want to see it.”

“Not yet,” Brady ground out. “Not until you do.”

“I already did,” she purred. And when she brought one of her hands down to caress her own breast, squeezing it with obvious pleasure, that was it. Too much. More than he could take, the sight, the sound, the scent, the sensation. He pumped into her again and he could feel it starting, could feel himself go past the point of inevitability, his curse turning into a groan as he felt the rumble and gather and tightening and he poured himself into her.

It took a moment before he could do anything more than breathe and hold himself feebly on his elbows. Thea slipped her legs down so that he could roll onto his back beside her.

“What’s wrong?” She frowned at him in concern. “The condom didn’t break, did it?”

“No. I just came.”

“I noticed.” She kissed him. “I liked it. Didn’t you?”

He felt the bliss spread over his face. “Oh yeah. But it seems to me like you missed out on the deal.” He traced his fingers over her torso.

“You were in the room too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I wasn’t speaking in tongues to stroke your ego.”

“But you didn’t come.”

“I already did earlier, when you were going down on me.”

“But not when I was in you.”

She moved her shoulders. “I don’t, at least not that way. Female anatomy, honeybunch. The right parts aren’t in the right place for some of us. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel amazing, though,” she added, thinking about the exquisite sensation of being filled , being stroked so completely. “Of course, if you really feel bad about it, I have a few ideas for ways you could make it up to me.”

“I’ll get right on it, as soon as I can move. Keep those shoes on.” He winked. “We’ll see what we can do.”

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