Page 34 of It’s Only Love (Citrus Pines #1)

The dark curse coming from that innocent, sensual mouth tipped him over the edge, pushing him to breaking point.

He removed his fingers and yanked her panties down her legs, his urgency matched by Christy as she let go of her breasts and began fumbling at his jeans to get to him.

She pulled his cock free and immediately wrapped her fingers around the thick base and pumped up his length once, twice.

“I’m on the pill, I’m clean,” she rushed out.

“Same, except about the pill,” he replied, and she giggled.

He marveled at how they could be so worked up and yet manage to find humor in the moment.

She nodded at him and pulled herself up before guiding him to her slick entrance.

He felt the head of his cock nestled against her and he raised his hips to push inside.

Her muscles give way around him, but the resistance was there, squeezing him tightly, making him see stars.

He moved a little slower, allowing her body to adjust to him, until he was seated all the way inside her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him until they were a breath apart.

He peered up at her, her hair falling in loose curls around her face.

He cupped her cheek and covered her mouth with his.

They both held still, not moving as they kissed, he poured all his passion and need into her.

When their tongues met, his cock throbbed inside her, but he still didn’t move.

They broke apart and he pulled her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently then sucking it.

He kissed down her neck to her collarbone, then to her breast, and sucked her nipple back into the hot cave of his mouth.

Her sex clenched around him, and he thrust into her, earning a cry from her.

He looked at her face, worried he hurt her, but could only see pleasure lighting her features.

He didn’t have much room to maneuver himself, but Christy pushed herself back and he reclined further in his seat until he was laying nearly flat.

He watched as she rose up, his sexy goddess, and impaled herself on his cock again and again.

Her hot core worked him perfectly, teasing him.

She leaned back further and settled into a slow grind that had his head spinning and toes curling.

He wanted to pound into her, fought against the instinct and let her take control.

She rolled her hips back and forth sloooowly , clenching and releasing him, he started sweating from the effort to not take over.

She leaned back further and accidentally beeped the horn of the truck, startling them both.

“Sorry, sorry!” she mumbled, whilst working him, increasing her speed. He watched her breasts bouncing up and down and gripped her rounded hips, fantastic for holding on as she rode him so perfectly.

“It’s okay, there’s no one around for miles,” he gritted out.

The knowledge must have unleashed something inside her as she threw her head back and moaned long and loud.

Dean’s control finally snapped. He tightened his grip on her hips and began thrusting up into her, pulling her down hard to meet him.

The push pull sensation and suction on his shaft had his balls drawing up tight, but he wasn’t ready for it to end.

He knew what he agreed to, but he already knew he couldn’t have her just once.

It wasn’t enough, there were so many ways he wanted to take her and have her take him.

He pulled himself upright and pulled her tight against his chest, her nipples abrading his flesh and he fed her a hard kiss.

His tongue sliding in and out, mimicking the motions of his cock.

He left her lips and kissed her jaw, her neck, her cries of pleasure spurring him on.

He trailed his tongue over her neck and fit his lips to her skin and sucked hard.

“Oh, God!” she cried, and ran her hands up his neck and into his hair, gripping his scalp hard, holding him to her.

He continued to suck as he thrust up into her, faster, fucking her as hard as he could. He felt like an animal, but it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough.

Dean moved his hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed.

She cried out again as she started to come, her muscles clenched around him, quivering from the intensity of her orgasm.

As her muscles gripped his cock, he slammed into her a final time and erupted, grunting into her neck.

As he came, he continued stroking her and sent her into another hard climax, the sounds of their panting filled the truck.

He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were closed tight, a beautiful, satisfied smile lifting her lips. He kissed the corner of her mouth and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, needing a moment to recover. Never had it been like that for him. He was shaking from the intensity of it.

After a few moments, Christy spoke, her voice hoarse from her climax. “It’s stopped raining,” she said, wiping at the steamed-up window next to her, he looked outside.

“Perfect timing then,” he said, and released his hold on her so she could get off him.

She quickly dressed in her damp clothes while he zipped up his jeans and got out of the truck, coming around to open her door.

He held her hand as he helped her down. She smiled up at him and he dropped a quick kiss on her swollen lips.

Dean took her hand and as they turned towards the house, he felt a knot growing in the pit of his stomach the closer they got.