Page 50 of Screwed
“Okay, darlin’?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m okay…it’s good.”
He eased in deeper, and then deeper still, a delicate pain stretching her tender tissues.
She cupped her own breasts and moaned as he moved inside her, then lifted her hands to reach for him. He caressed her legs, her hips, scratched his fingernails over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her body clench around him, and he groaned. “I can feel that…squeezing me. Christ.”
Gripping her hips, he pumped harder, faster, lifting her hips to him. She pushed up on straight arms to watch their joining, the sight so erotic and beautiful, his thick cock shiny with the latex stretched thin over his girth, wet with her arousal, sliding in and out of her body. And it felt so good. Her body hadn’t stopped pulsing from the last orgasm, and he was building another inside her with every stroke, tingles swirling and spreading.
His hands slid to her waist and held on as he bent over to lay a hard kiss on her mouth, their hips still pumping together. He fondled one breast with a squeeze just hard enough to make pleasure sizzle through her veins. She fell back to the bed, and he stretched out over her to bury his face in the side of her neck. His raw groans sounded rough in her ear, his breath hot on her skin, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent. God, he smelled good.
She ran her hands down his back and up his sides, over the ridges of his ribs, then on to the bulky muscles of his shoulders, tightening her legs around his waist as he rolled his hips against her, his cock so deep inside her it almost hurt. Her inner muscles trembled, and yet she craved more of it. Of him.
He pushed back up onto his knees, reaching for her hips again, lifting them to him so she was right off the bed. She dug her feet into the mattress as he slammed into her, slipping a hand down to her clit. She could come again…if she just touched herself…there. All the air left her lungs, her eyes fell closed as fire raged inside her, and then she burst into flaming pieces, shuddering, contracting around him.
Cash roared as he came, his hands gripping her hips with bruising strength as he held their bodies together, pulsing inside her in hard jerks. Oh God. It was amazing that he was so affected by her, that it was good for him, too.
A sigh leaked from her parted lips as she floated in a haze of languor. Cash maneuvered them onto their sides, still joined, and she opened her eyes to find herself looking into his coffee-dark ones. “Okay, darlin’?” he whispered, reaching to sweep her hair back off her face.
“I am so okay. I mean, better than okay. Oh my God, Cash.” Her heart swelled.
So much better than okay. It had been raw and intense and shockingly intimate. She’d felt things she’d never felt before, a connection of not just their bodies, which had been dirty and hot, but of their spirits. Something rare and precious and…
Oh no. No no no.She couldnotget all emotional about this. She’d vowed it wouldn’t happen again, but it had, so she had to reassure him that it wasn’t a big deal. She had to keep this light. She searched for something to say. “You have a magic dick.”
His eyes popped wide, and his chin dropped. Then he burst out laughing, pulling her to him and tucking her face against his shoulder. “Christ. A magic dick.”
She smiled, relieved that she’d shifted the mood from deep and warm to humor. “Seriously.”
His body shook with laughter. “Nobody’s ever told me that before.”
“I find that hard to believe. I mean, it’s pretty obvious.”
He squeezed her tighter, then released her. “Callie.” The warmth in his eyes heated her face as he stared at her. Oh hell. Making him laugh was supposed to lighten things up, but now he was looking at her with so much affection, her heart was bouncing around in her chest again.
She still smiled, though.
“I better get the magic wrap off the magic dick.”
She giggled, which had the unfortunate effect of pushing him out of her body. “Ah. Sorry.”
He withdrew the rest of the way and rolled off the side of the bed. “You have a bathroom here, right?”
“Yeah.” She waved across the room. “Over there.”
She watched him stride across her bedroom on long, muscular legs, his ass muscles bringing a sigh of delight to her lips.
As she waited for him to return, uncertainty filled her. Should she get up and get dressed? Wait in bed for him? Now what?
Argh, he’d felt guilty before about what happened. Now they’d done it again. She had to make sure he knew this didn’t have to mean more than just sex. Explosive, eye-crossing, mind-bursting sex. She could handle this.
It was a little early for bed—ha! A quick look at the clock showed it wasn’t even six o’clock yet. She glanced around. Her clothes were somewhere on the floor. Maybe she could quickly find them…
Too late. Cash emerged from the bathroom and sauntered toward her. Sweet hopscotching Jesus. She couldn’t stop her jaw from going slack with admiration. Even though he wasn’t fully erect, his cock was beautiful—plump, round, and long. She swallowed and lifted her gaze to his face.
He smirked as he sat on the side of the bed next to her. “Magic Dick is relaxing.”
She laughed so hard she snorted and fell back on the pillows. “Oh my God. I never should have said that.”
