Page 55 of Breaking All The Rules
Bea laughed. “Hold on to me tight—I don’t want to fall off.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and his fingers splayed wide on her hips, caging her securely.
And then there was nothing else but to do as she promised and fuck him. No slow and long. No teasing. No belly dancing or snake charming. Just leaning into both her hands gripping his shoulders, rising up on her knees and flexing her pelvis, pumping her hips up and down his shaft, performing hasty withdrawals until he was all but out, then seating herself again, taking all of him in one smooth snap of her hips, sending a shudder through her pelvis and a fork of lightning up her spine.
He took it all—everything. Laying there with his body sprung tight as a drum, his jaw tense, denying his pleasure with a grunt at every snap of her hips, his breath quickening, his fingers rhythmically squeezing the flesh of her hips but holding her fast, his gaze fixed hungrily on the rock of her breasts and the wide gash of her mouth as she moaned and gasped. But still letting her call the shots, letting her use his body for her own gratification and hanging on for the ride.
Christ, who knew taking charge in bed could be this good? This…heady. No wonder men thought they ruled the freaking earth.
The hum in her pelvis built to a buzz, then to a sizzle as everything that had coiled and tightened started to melt and swirl. Darts of sensation fired like shooting stars from her clitoris, spreading through her pelvis and ass, furrowing under her skin to her inner thighs and her spine and her nipples. “Austin.” She clawed at his shoulders as the ground below her started to dissolve.
“It’s okay,” he panted, his hands sliding to palm her ass now. “I got you.”
He did, but it didn’t help, because the floor was shifting, and she could see a rainbow in a waterfall in her mind’s eye—hell, she could feel the mist from it on her face—and it was glowing bright, pulsing with promise, but she couldn’t quite reach… It was like there was a barrier between her and it and she couldn’t quite get her fingers there.
Rocking her hips faster, Bea chased the sensation, dragging a groan from Austin’s lips. But the ground just kept on shifting like quicksand beneath her feet and the waterfall shimmered like a mirage beyond her grasp and she cried out in frustration.
“Beatrice?”
His blue eyes blazed with fever, a dull flush to his cheeks betraying the degree of his arousal as their gazes locked. “I can’t…” she panted.
And then, as if he knew exactly what she needed, he lifted his head, his lips seeking and finding a nipple and sucking it into his hot, hot mouth. His fingers, just as deft, slid into the slickness between her legs, straight to the engorged bud of her clitoris.
“God, Beatrice,” he muttered around her nipple, “you’re so wet.”
She moaned at the dual stimuli. “I’ve been wet since I met you.”
But they were all the words she was capable of as his finger stroked in just the right place and his teeth pressed into the puckered ripeness of her nipple and the ground firmed up and she rushed headlong into the throbbing rainbow of light, her hips snapping to a halt as the colors burst into a kaleidoscope of hues, bathing her body in fat droplets of pleasure as she clenched hard around him, pulsing and shuddering through her orgasm.
He took up the slack then, taking over where she left off, one arm banded around her back, gathering her close as he relinquished his mouthful of nipple to bury his face in her throat and thrust. Bea gasped as he plowed through the undulating walls of her sex, stoking her excitement and her orgasm higher.
“Austin!”
She clung to his shoulders as he did it again and again, prolonging her pleasure and clearly stoking his own, his big frame starting to tremble as his pants grew rougher, hot puffs of air licking like tongues on her throat.
“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered, his thrusts losing rhythm for a few moments before halting abruptly, the arm around her banding like a vise. “I’m coming.”
“Yes.” A bloom of triumph joined her dizzying heights of pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And her hips took over again, riding him through his orgasm and the last vestiges of hers, until they were both spent and gasping in each other’s arms, and Austin fell backward onto the mattress, taking her with him, knocking his hat off her head in the process.
“I hope you’ve got more than one condom,” Bea said, her breathing erratic, “because I’m going to want to do that again to make sure it wasn’t some kind of freak one-off.”
He chuckled, also breathing heavily. “There was nothing freak about that, Beatriss. That was divine. But never fear, I have two more to prove it to you.”
Bea, sprawled on top of him with her hair fanned out over his chest, smiled. He was still inside her and his hands were a solid warmth on the small of her back. Her nose was pressed into the hollow at his throat and her heart pounded over the exact same spot his was pounding. It felt good—right—here like this, but she wondered if she should get off him.
“Am I too heavy?” she asked.
One time, a guy—a one-night stand—had responded to that question with a bit before he’d moved in a way that tipped her unceremoniously off him, so she should know better than to ask such a leading question. But his arms tightened around her and his, “You’re perfect,” had Bea’s heart skipping a beat.
She smiled, pressing her lips into that delicious little hollow, her eyes shutting as his hand trekked from the small of her back to her hair, running his fingers through it, a wave of goose bumps prickling along her scalp and down her neck. She opened her eyes to a loose lock of her feathery hair falling lightly against his chest, and she felt a thrill all over again at her bold new color.
“You want to eat, drink, sleep, watch zombies with me, or…” She undulated her internal muscles against him. “Go again?”
He gave a half chuckle, half groan as his hand clamped down tight on the small of her back. “Definitely yes to the last one. I might just need a few more minutes’ recovery time.”
Bea made a pfft kind of noise. “I thought you young guys had all the stamina.”
