This had…never happened to me before. I’d had oral, obviously, but from behind? And oh my god! Oh my fucking god! It was incredible.
I couldn’t see him. I had no idea what he was going to do next. And it heightened every sensation.
I tried to turn around to look at him again, but he pushed my chest back down into the mattress.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as he brought me to the edge.
“Come for me, Natalie,” he commanded.
And I was so close. Only a few more strokes of my clit as he lavished me, and I was there. Seeing stars. Utterly gone. Moaning into the duvet and clenching it for dear life.
His hand tangled in my hair, wrenching me backward. It wasn’t entirely violent, but it wasn’t exactly gentle either. Somehow, my body got more turned on.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I arched my back to look at him.
Then his lips were on mine, rough and all demanding. I could taste my own arousal on him. I wanted more.
He wrapped an arm around my middle to help me back to my feet. I turned in place and saw that, in the midst of my orgasm, he had somehow gotten his shirt unbuttoned. All I could see was the six-pack abs beneath a sky-blue button-up. I ripped his shirt off of him and then ran my nails down that toned physique.
As much as I wanted to admire every single abdominal muscle, I moved past his sexy V to get to the main event.
I couldn’t unbutton his pants fast enough, and then I hastily reached inside his boxer briefs to hold his long cock in my hand. It was firm and thick and mine for the night. I’d been young and innocent and had no clue what I was doing the last time we were together. That was no longer the case. And my body wanted another round.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
“My turn.” I stroked him up and down.
“I want inside you.” He eased me backward onto the bed. His cock jutted out between us, and I licked my lips. “Next time, you can suck me off all you want. Right now, I want to own your body.”
I slowly crawled backward, baring myself before him, aching and ready. “I don’t know if you know,” I muttered with a feral smile on my face, “but we are breaking the standard view of sex.”
He stilled halfway to the side table and turned back to look at me. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” I opened my legs wider. “Philosophically speaking, we’re going against the ethically appropriate way to behave.”
“You have never been sexier.” He snatched up a condom and rolled it on with practiced ease.
“You don’t think this is…wrong?” I teased.
He crawled onto the bed toward me. “With you? Never.”
“Are you sure?”
“The amount of pleasure we’re about to have can’t possibly be wrong.”
“You know, we could almost call this research for you.”
His eyes bored deep into mine. A deep, animalistic desire ran through that look as he tangled his hand back into my hair. His other pressed my hip down into the mattress. His cock was poised at my opening. He was in complete control, and I just wanted more, more, more.
“I think we’re going to need to do a lot of research,” he growled before pushing deep inside me.
I cried out as he filled me to the brim. Then he pulled out and slammed back in. Over and over again.
“A lot of research,” he repeated. “Maybe all night.”
“Oh god,” I cried as he exposed my throat, kissing his way down my shoulder, never relenting on his pace.
“What do you think, Natalie? Up for an all-nighter?”
“Harder,” I gasped.
He chuckled against the shell of my ear. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Then he obliged me. Our bodies melded together. Him owning me and taking every single ounce of pleasure I offered him. I could hardly breathe. My heart galloped. My legs shook uncontrollably. And still, it wasn’t enough.
Then he tugged both of my legs up onto his shoulders and drilled deep down into me, hitting a spot I hadn’t even known existed. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my orgasm hit me so hard I felt like I might black out.
Penn came with me, as unrelenting as the sex had been. Then, we both collapsed, covered in a sheen of sweat and throbbing almost painfully. It was the most pleasurable pain I’d ever experienced. And I wanted it again.
He gently kissed my shoulder once. “I think you should talk dirty philosophy to me every time.”
“Every. Time,” I agreed.
“And you…you like hair pulling.”
My lower half pulsed in agreement, and he chuckled.
“I can’t wait to learn every single thing that turns you on.”
“Mmm,” I purred happily.
“This silver hair turns me on.” He trailed his fingers through the long silvery-white strands that were my signature look.