This time the grunt was accompanied by a moan.
She shifted her hands on the baseboard, pushing back against me as I rose and fell over her. My lust surged. “That’s right.” I quickened my pace.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. I got that a lot. With a growl, I bent forward, and finding the base of her neck with my mouth, I sank my teeth in. She jerked in response.
“You like that.”
“Yes,” she grunted, sounding feral.
“You want more?” She didn’t reply. I slowed down, giving only short, shallow thrusts. “Tell me, April.” She pushed back against me again, as if in protest, and I grabbed her hips and held her still. “I want to hear you lose control.”
“Go faster,” she pleaded.
“I told you I was taking my time.” I stilled and continued to rub her sweet spot. She tried to thrust back against me and I stopped her, waiting until she was close again. I used my free hand to palm her breast, rubbing over her nipple over and over until she was gasping and coming, gripping me with her climax. I relished the feel of her around me, tight and hot.
Pushing into her again a few times, I waited until she came down from that. Then I pulled out and rolled her over.
“That’s three.”
She gazed up at me with satisfied eyes. “You count orgasms but not partners?”
I lowered my mouth to hers, about ready to climb on for more when she pressed against my chest, shoving me away.
“What?”
She grinned wickedly as she pushed me again and I slid off her. “My turn to ride high,” she said as she rolled me onto my back and straddled me.
Oh. God, yes. My hands glided from her hips, across her waist to cup her breasts as she shifted her hips and I entered her again. With a thrust, I slid home, pushing in deep. This time, instead of a reserved intake of breath, she moaned, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Slowly, April,” I warned as she began to move, but there was a challenge in her eyes. She licked her lips and shifted quickly against me. I pinched her nipples hard. She threw her head back and yelped, her nails digging into my skin.
I brought my hands up to her head and cradled her face in my hands. She continued to move and I thrust against her. I pulled her face down to mine, both to kiss her and to slow her down. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and it felt incredible. She felt incredible, surrounding me, gripping me tight.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded. She complied as she continued to move against me. Her long silky hair splayed across my body felt like heaven. But when her gaze drifted away, I pulled her head closer. “Look at me. Don’t look away.”
As we stared into each other’s eyes, we slowly climbed again. Each movement brought a sweet, high-pitched moan from her. And each moan did something to me deep inside. But it was her eyes holding mine that penetrated a layer I didn’t even know existed. It was far more intimate than I had imagined. At one point, I was the one who wanted to look away, afraid she would see too much of me.
Before long she was gasping with another orgasm, her back arching. I sat up and sucked her nipple into my mouth as she writhed and whimpered against me. Her slick body was stuck to mine and I rolled us over, pushing into her again and again until I was coming, the hot release pulsing from my body. Her mouth was on my neck, her nails in my back, her legs clamped around my hips, pulling me flush against her.
Holy. Fuck. It was minutes before I could even think again, let alone talk or even remember how to breathe. The last time had been amazing. This time had blown it—and just about every other good roll I’d ever had—right out of the water.
I pulled back and looked into her glowing, flushed face. What the hell was this woman doing to me?
Feeling uncomfortable and more than a little exposed, I rolled off of her and went to the bathroom to clean up. She was still lying on her back staring up at the ceiling when I came back into the room. I plopped onto the bed and pulled her against me. Her body was cold from the sweat so I curled up around her back, spooning her. She turned and kissed my arm.
“I do believe that final count was four,” I said.
“Six, if you count yours…”
“We’re only counting yours. I could shoot for making it an even half-dozen.”
She laughed. “I’ll be passed out long before that. Mmm, that was good. And I am now a firm believer in scruff.”
“You like the scruff?”
She raised her palm to my cheek, rubbing her hand across my whiskers. “‘Like’ is an understatement. Especially when you are kissing me and rubbing it all over my body.”