52. Skyler

The mouth on this little thing.

She never ceases to amaze me.

I easily pull out of her grip, sitting back on my heels. She frowns up at me, but before she can issue a complaint, I grab her hips and flip her over.

She’s easy enough to pick up. I lift her up and deposit her on her hands and knees.

I run a hand over her round ass, hooking it over her hip, while my free hand tugs my boxers off. Wrapping an arm around her thighs, I hold her in place while I reach for my jeans. Dumping the wallet out, I snag a condom and slide it on.

I reach forward, dragging my shirt up past her ribcage so that I can admire the slope of her spine. The rise and fall of her curves.

“Beautiful.”

I murmur. Fisting my cock, I nudge her folds apart. “Tell me what you want.”

She pushes back against my tip, attempting to take matters into her own hands. “Fuck me.”

“How?”

“Hard. And deep. Like you mean it.”

My lips curve up at that. She’s issuing a challenge. Knowing she’s wet, knowing I’ve already stretched her a bit, I put my tip just inside. Bracing her hips in my hands, I take her in one hard thrust.

She cries out, arching her back. “Yes. Like that. Yes. Please.”

I slide out slowly before plunging back inside, this time sinking until my pelvis is pressed up against her ass. She groans, curving her back, stretching like a cat.

I’ve got one hand braced around her hip, holding her up, absorbing the force of my thrusts so that she’s not fighting to stay upright. My other hand finds the back of the headboard. I plunge into her again and the bed rattles, headboard thumping against the wall.

“Faster, Skyler. Make me come.”

I angle my hips down, so that with each stroke, my cock stretches her farther, hits that spot I know she likes. I like it, too. I like the way her pussy clamps down on my cock, how wet and slick she is. “Fuck, Reese.”

I growl. “You’re doing so good, baby. I love the way you’re taking my cock.”

She’s moaning my name when the front door opens and shuts. She freezes in place, clambering away from me when we hear everybody’s voices in the living room.

My cock pops out of her, bobbing in place. She’s half-scowling, half-laughing. “What is it with the Thomas men and interrupting us?”

“Come back here.”

I murmur, trying to drag her back to my body.

“No.”

She whispers, hiding under the covers.

I slide my hand over my face, trying to ignore the way my cock is throbbing.

“Damn it,”

She growls, pulling the bedding aside. “I wasn’t done with you, yet. Come here.”

Grinning, I slide in next to her. She guides me between her thighs and I slowly slide in.

It’s like getting back in the hot tub after running around in the cold. We both breathe quiet sighs. She twines her arms around my neck, fingers teasing through my hair.

I fuck her slowly, luxuriating in her tight body. She rolls her hips against my shaft, making her pussy spiral away from me. I slip a hand between us. She’s soaked, so my thumb glides over her clit, pressing firmly until her hips are straining upwards. Her breath picks up, chest rising and falling in a fascinating way. My lips circle around her nipple. I suck and flick my tongue across the hard peak, and she writhes against me, fingers threading through my hair.

Her breathing is getting louder and when I start playing with her clit again, a quiet moan tumbles off her lips. I increase pressure and her moan grows louder.

I put a gentle hand over her lips. “Shh. Not a sound.”

Her gaze darkens with heat, and she nods, tightening her arms around me. I fuck her harder, drilling down so that her body is pressed into the mattress. Her quiet moans are muffled in my hand and each one, each sound, sends a thrill through my body.

I make sure she comes first, her hips push up against mine, trembling and jerking as a high cascades through her body. She whimpers as I fuck her through it, but her fingers slide down to my hips and she holds tight. I pick up my pace again and she groans against my hand, biting down, as another aftershock rips through her. The onslaught of her pulsating pussy on my cock is enough to do me in. My entire body tenses up and then I’m coming, pulsating deep inside her.

Her fingers trail up my back, tracing lazy patterns across my skin. She coaxes me to give her some of my weight. I lay over her, loving the way she feels against my body. She tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s sweet and without ulterior motive, our bodies are already sated.

I could probably hold her like this for hours.

In fact, maybe I will.