Page 38 of Swept Away

We come, clenched together, his thrusts making my center throb even after he pulls away from me, disposes of the condom, and presses his back into the building wall, head tilted back, his fist on his cock, still stroking, still wanting sex.

I feel just the same.

The headlights of a car sweep the space where we are hiding, and he opens his eyes, his chest still heaving.

“This is him… Carter,” he says, panting. “He’s here to pick us up,” he adds, slowly tucking his cock back in and fixing his pants. “Let me help you with your dress,” he murmurs, pushing off the wall and coming close to me again.

Whatever representation of him helping me with my dress grips his mind, it can’t be what happens next.

He snakes his arm around my waist, lowers his head, and bites into my boob before flicking the nipple and teasing it with his tongue.

When he starts sucking on it with a hand between my legs, running up high and his knuckles brushing my soaked sex, I slide my fingers through his hair and say the kind of words I never thought I’d say.

“I want more of this…”

He stops and straightens, which isn’t what I said, his hand still between my legs, stroking my pussy, my skirt not all the way down, the top of my dress still bunched up around my waist.

“Say it again,” he demands with a smile, leaning into me, forcing me to fall back against the door, his elbow sliding next to my head as he inches closer to me.

His lips are almost touching mine.

“Say it, baby…”

“I want more of this,’ I say quietly while he slides his fingers between my folds and encircles the center of pleasure tucked inside.

“More words, Gemma.”

I suck in a short breath.

“I like how you fuck me… And I want more.”

My voice catches, and following the cadence of my words, he slides his finger in at a slower pace and pushes it inside my wet, swollen core.

A moan tears away from my lips.

“You like this…” he says in a taunting voice as if we’re playing a game.

“Uh-huh,” I say, my bottom lip rolled beneath my teeth.

He curls his fingers and moves them deeper, and I clench around his touch.

“You love it a lot, it seems,” he comments, and I nod in agreement.

He brings his mouth to the side of my face and, moving his lips across my skin, he speaks, “Then all you need to do is to show me how much you love it.”

And then he’s taking me to a new world.

Pressing his groin into my side so I can feel his erection, he slides his fingers into me as if he’s fucking me.

Paced in the beginning, letting me build as much tension as possible and then crushing my clit beneath his thumb so I can feel the pulsations even more intensely.

“I’ll fuck you good, baby. All you need to do is ask,” he murmurs and starts kissing, biting, and licking my neck.

His other hand goes to my back and slides between my butt cheeks, and when he moves it from my back hole to my center, I’m done.

Grabbing his arm and leaving marks on his skin, I try to contain the storm between my legs.

No way I can do that, so I let it flow through me, jerking against his hands like a crazy woman.