“I want this.” She felt the need to reassure him, dipping her head and brushing her lips against his. “No matter what happens, you’re exactly what I want right now.”
“Take me, then.” His rough, raspy reply was an offer and a request. His lips returned the pressure, doubled it, burning against hers, moving hard enough to make her gasp. He curled a hand around her neck to angle her face better, running a hot trail along her lip with his tongue, pushing until it slid it against hers.
Rachel closed her eyes, savoring his taste and the sensation of his hard cock pressing into her hip. She pushed against him and he groaned, a deep, resonant sound that echoed into her mouth. His hand brushed her bare shoulder and his fingers trailed down her side. She gasped when his palm cupped her breast and his thumb extended to tease her nipple.
Warmth pooled between her legs. Pleasure danced across her skin, lingering on her breasts, coiling in her belly. At this rate, she wasn’t going to last very long.
“Do you have a condom?” With her lack of sexual activity the last year, she definitely didn’t have a secret stash in her bedroom.
“Wallet. Jeans pocket.” He tipped his head toward the floor next to the bed, and she saw his clothes abandoned on the carpet. She pulled the foil packet from his wallet.
“You plan on doing anything except lying there?” she asked. He laid on his back, hands behind his head, his hard cock pointing toward the ceiling.
Murphy grinned. “I’m also enjoying the view.”
She glanced down at her own naked body. His appreciation of her, from her small, pale tits, to her dark glossy hair, made her feel beautiful. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced for the longest time, and it made her want to fuck him…hard.
Climbing back on the bed, she straddled his thighs and ripped open the foil, removing the latex disc. She positioned it over his head. The heat from his cock radiated through the condom to her hand. She wanted to squeeze him, apply more pressure, just to feel that warmth as she smoothed the protection down his length. Her fingers closed around him, and he thrust his hips against them. A low moan escaped from his lips. Murphy looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Come up here. I want to lick you.”
Breathing hard, she crawled up his body, feeling his cock brush against her. When she reached his shoulders, he curled his arms from under his head and reached for her ass, squeezing her flesh as he positioned her above his face.
“Damn, baby, you smell hot.” He brushed the tip of his nose across her clit, and Rachel felt the pleasure pulse through her nerves.
She tried to grind against him, stopped only by the strength of his grip on her ass. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, keeping her still when she needed to move. He slapped her behind lightly, and she clenched with pleasure. There was no question this was happening on his terms.
She leaned forward and braced herself against the headrest, feeling his tongue burn a trail of pleasure along her pussy. He avoided her clit at first, circled around it, laved his tongue everywhere except the one place she needed it most. She was squirming, grinding her pussy against his mouth, desperate for purchase, needing the pressure of his tongue against her clit.
“Murphy, please …” She wasn’t above begging. “I need …”
Sensing her mounting desperation, he pushed his tongue softly against her, moving it in gentle circles, putting a teasing pressure on her clit. It was everything and nothing, all and not enough. She wanted to scream with frustration.
“Harder.” She didn’t know if she was commanding or pleading with him, but the breath was rushing out of her lips, preventing her from speaking.
As if he sensed her desperation, his tongue tensed, pushing at her clit until she could feel her frenzy build. He dragged his hands past her ass and between her legs until he reached her slick entrance, curling two fingers inside her, fucking her with the same furious rhythm as his tongue.
She clung tightly to the headboard, her hips rocking against him, her knuckles white from the intensity of her grasp. Her head tipped back as she felt the pleasure mount, bursts of ecstasy setting fire to her body, making her burn. Her nipples tingled as her thighs were wracked with tiny tremors.
“Fuck me now.” Murphy moved his lips from her pussy, making her moan harder. She’d been just seconds from falling apart.
His hands pushed at her thighs. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”
She moved down his body, her mind a whirlwind of need. Hovering above him, she grasped him with her right hand, positioning him at her entrance, her body writhing to find the right position.
Murphy gasped as she lowered her body, impaling herself to the hilt. His hips bucked against her, and she put a hand on his stomach to still him.
Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his chest, using her arms to brace herself. She rotated her hips as she rose and fell, creating a steady rhythm which made him moan.
“Harder.” It was Murphy’s turn to beg, and she smiled at the turnaround. She wasn’t grinning for long.
His hands came around and grasped her hips, his biceps flexed as he pulled her up and down his hard shaft. His hips bounced against her ass as he fucked her from beneath, his power taking her breath away. She felt like a ragdoll on top of him, her muscles loose and her bones supple; she was the puppet, and he was the master.
Every time he filled her with his cock, he twisted slightly, rubbing the base against her clit. The constant friction made the pleasure build from the pit of her stomach, laying down enough foundations for a mind-fucking orgasm. She could hear her loud moans, the way she called his name. It was like hearing a recording, not really believing she was hearing herself.
“I’m so close.” Her breath was short, her moans loud. Her heart clattered against her ribs
Murphy twisted his hips a final time and sent her flying, straight into an intense wall of orgasm. Her body shuddered as her walls pulsated. She barely noticed him continuing to buck beneath her, his cock wringing an orgasm from her exhausted body, the pleasure so close to pain it made every toe curl up.
“Fuck, I’m there.” He was muttering assurances and digging his fingers so hard against her hips it brought tears to her eyes. She liked the way he held her like he would never let her go.