Opposites Ignite by Sadira Stone (crime books to read .txt) 📗

her tender inner flesh, so pink and plush beneath his tongue. Her tangy wetness eased his way as he slid one finger, then another inside her tight channel, all the while circling her firm clit.

Her hips lifted off the bed, her moans growing breathy and ragged as he sped his motions, gliding in and out, flicking his tongue over the hot little bud that made her muscles tense and jerk. The scrape of her nails on his scalp sent a flash of joy straight to his cock, but he kept on pleasuring her until her whole body tensed, and her soft thighs clamped around his ears, muffling her cries.

When she finally relaxed her hold, he wiped his sopping beard on the sheet and scaled her boneless body, soft and lax as a gorgeous Persian cat. The pulse at her throat thrummed beneath his lips.

“Eddie,” she whispered breathlessly as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Give it to me. Please.” She rolled her hips, and the tip of his cock slid inside.

He allowed himself that split-second of bliss, one shallow thrust, another, before jerking back. “Condom.”

“Wait.” Her hands wove into his hair, holding him in place. “After the last time, I got tested, just in case.” Her heavy-lidded gaze promised untold pleasure. “Did you?”

“I, uh, yeah. I mean, we used protection, but—” How could he phrase this without spoiling the mood?

She feathered kisses over his face and undulated beneath him. “I’m healthy, Eddie, and I want to feel you bare inside me. Can we do that?”

The sensitive head of his cock slid between her slick folds, achingly close to the place he longed to be. “I’m healthy too, but what about—”

“Pill.” She lifted her hips.

Inch by inch, he eased inside her liquid fire. Wide awake and stone sober this time, he relished her softness surrounding him, gripping his cock until he was seated to the root.

“So good.” She raked her nails down his back, a delicious counterpoint to the pulsing grip of her pussy. “Just like I remembered.”

Kissing her deeply, he dropped to his elbows, his chest pressed tight to hers. Magic and mayhem inside her mouth—silk and velvet stroking his tongue as her inner muscles gripped his cock. He knew he would come too damn quickly, but he had to move. Now.

Arching his back, he pulled out until the tip of his cock nearly slid free, then slowly drove in again. Sparks danced up his spine, filling his body with pleasure and his mind with stars. She nipped his lower lip. “Faster, Eddie.”

His body screamed at him to drop the reins and race toward climax, but he held onto control—barely. “Can you come for me again, beauty? Tell me how to get you there.”

With a wicked smile, she grasped his hand. “Here.” She drew the pad of his thumb in a circle around her swollen bud. “Fuck me hard, Eddie. Please.”

What could he do but obey? Rosie’s wild abandon aroused the hungry animal in him. Grunting, he pummeled her with hard, deep thrusts while his thumb ground against her tender flesh. His balls drew up tight, release just seconds away.

Propping himself on his free hand, he gazed down into her face. Head thrown back, glowing hair spread across the rumpled sheets, flushed and gasping, she’d never looked more beautiful. He withdrew and rubbed his shaft between her swollen folds. “Let go, Rosie. Come with me.”

Her eyes flew open, and she watched his straining purple cock grind over her clit, back and forth. “God, Eddie, now—”

He plunged into her. Her legs clamped tight around his waist as his final, frantic thrusts rattled the bed frame. She arched and dug her nails into his hips and screamed his name, her channel pulsing and fluttering around his cock. Lightning flashed through his body and blanked his mind. Nothing existed but her flesh, her breath, her jagged cries.

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Long moments later, Rosie came back to herself to find Eddie lying half-atop her. The soft scratch of his beard on her neck tickled deliciously as he murmured her name over and over—until his breaths grew deep and even.

Her heart squeezed. He fell asleep in my arms! This time, there’d be no bolting out the door. She was spending the night in this rumpled, sticky bed, curled up with the man who shook the stars from the sky.

As she toyed with his soft curls, she giggled at the memory of his high school wrestling photo. He made the same face in the throes of passion—clenched jaw, glistening brow, fierce concentration. Never had a guy put so much effort into making her come. And they were just getting started. She could only imagine the heights they’d reach once they really got to know each other’s bodies and developed their own mutual rhythm.

Eddie jerked and lifted onto his elbows. “What’s funny? Did I snore?” God, he was adorable, his chocolate curls mussed, his lips kiss-swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded.

“No, baby. You’re just so pretty. And powerful.” She patted his bare ass. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

His aw-shucks grin twanged her heartstrings. “I’m glad. Me too.” Withdrawing his softening cock, he gave her hip a playful smack, then trotted to the bathroom and returned with a fluffy towel. “Here, let me just—”

Kneeling over her, he dabbed her damp chest and belly. Even after two exhausting orgasms, she felt a stirring as he wiped the mess from between her thighs.

“You are a such a love.” She pulled him down for another kiss, then took her own turn in the bathroom.

When she returned, he lay stretched out beneath the phoenix quilt, fingers interlaced behind his head. His smile stretched a mile wide, but there was wariness behind those sparkling eyes. “Will you stay the night?”

She dug her bare toes into the bedside rug, suddenly self-conscious. “I’d like to, if that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay, babe.” He flipped back the covers and patted the mattress. “Is it all right if I call you babe?