If he kept those kind of records.

He groaned, and her eyes said give me more. “So fucking hot.” He already felt his brain starting to lose contact with language. His thoughts were turning guttural and base. They were consisting solely of verbs and curses and swears as he fed her his cock all the way to his balls. And holy fuck. She took it. She took him all the way like that. On her back. Mouth wide open. Her hands grasping the headboard. Her wicked, wild hips starting to arch up. His gaze drifted to her throat as he gave a deep, lingering thrust, watching her swallow him. He could see the outline of his dick in her throat.

One of the hottest sights ever in the whole damn universe.

He began to rock into her warm mouth to build up friction, taking it slow and steady, letting her handle this vulnerable pose. She handled it like a champ, her lips clamped tight around him, sucking hard and without mercy. His balls slapped against her chin as he picked up the pace. The more he thrust, the more she writhed under him. Oh God, he was going to implode. Pleasure crackled along his spine as his Sophie, his fucking classy, sophisticated, genius of a woman, sucked his dick so hard he was not only seeing stars clouding the edge of his vision, but he was watching planets fall out of orbit, galaxies crashing into each other.

“I want to come like this in you,” he gritted out. “Just like this.”

Her eyes lit up, giving him permission to flood her throat. But then, she gagged. Her eyes watered, and she choked.

Instantly, he yanked his dick out of her mouth and cupped the back of her head. She coughed lightly. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh. Don’t be sorry. I was too rough. It’s too much.”

“No. I wanted it like that. I wanted you like that. I just…let me do it again.”

He shook his head. “Beautiful, I’m not going to die if I don’t come in your mouth right now.”

Then, with a sly quickness, she sneaked a hand between his legs and cupped his balls. She fondled them then met his eyes. The look in hers said she wanted something naughty. Something dirty. Something she’d never wanted before. “Let me lick them,” she whispered. “Let me lick them as you jerk off on my face.”

A storm of lust took hold of him.

He scrubbed his palm across his forehead.

He was speechless.

Just speechless from the filth coming from her mouth. Pure, beautiful filth. His dick answered her, twitching against her neck.

“Yes,” he said, returning to the same position, straddling her neck, only this time he lowered his balls to her lips. Her tongue greeted them, flicking over, sweeping across, then she grazed her teeth. A current surged inside him, and burned red hot as she sucked his balls all the way into her beautiful mouth.

Lord have mercy. He had never wanted a woman so much. He’d never needed to come so desperately.

He wrapped his hand around his dick like a glove, jerking it as she swirled her tongue, caressing and sucking at the same damn time. She had him all the way in, and the sight was so fucking hot, and his dick was so fucking hard, and his body was such a lightning rod, that he knew he’d be reaching the edge soon. She loved it, too, judging from the way her hips rocked against the mattress. She had one hand on his thigh, and he turned around to look at her legs and found her other hand sliding between her wet folds.

“You can’t wait, can you?” he said, but he wasn’t mad. He was fucking impressed with her sex drive, with her intensity, with her passion. Then both her hands were on his ass, and she was holding and squeezing his cheeks as he gripped his dick harder, his fist flying up and down as he fucked his hand. The head of his dick hovered over her face, near her hair. Her tongue worked its magic on his balls, and soon he felt that first tremor of a climax start to bear down on him.

Then, he felt something else.

Her finger.

Her goddamn index finger was under his balls, rubbing that spot.

That spot that could make a man beg for it. Hell, he was ready to beg as she stroked him between his balls and his ass. His spine ignited, and the start of an epic orgasm began to roll through him. And then all of a sudden, his vision turned white and silver, and unholy pleasure flooded his body as her finger slipped inside him. All the way. Hitting a part of him that had never been touched. He was sure he was going to pass out from the sheer intensity of this orgasm that wracked his body. His climax roared through him as he came all over her face, her hair, and her pillow.

He trembled. He could barely stop trembling. He couldn’t stop groaning. The panting was ceaseless. His palm was pressed hard against the wall. His eyes were squeezed shut.

Somehow, he finally opened them, came down from the sky, and moved off of her. “Did you just—”

She nodded, looking like a cat who’d eaten the canary.

“You actually put your finger in my ass?”

She nodded again, but her smile slipped away. “You didn’t like it?”

He laughed. He scoffed. He cursed. “Sophie, I’ve never come like that before. I just did not expect that.”

“I didn’t, either.”

He reached for her hand and pulled her up. “Time to wash up.” He led her to the bathroom, where she washed her hands, and he used a towel to clean up her forehead and her hair as best he could right now.

Then he washed his hands. He wasn’t sure why he was cleaning his. His hands hadn’t ventured in that forbidden zone tonight.

Not yet at least.

But they would. He turned off the faucet, wrapped his arms around her waist, and moved his mouth to her ear. He lowered a hand to her ass, cupping a cheek. “Where do you keep your lube?”

She met his reflection in the mirror. She didn’t speak at first, just stared back. “Are you going to do the same thing to me?”

He gripped her ass harder. “I want you to let me do more. I want you to let me put my dick in you.”

Her eyes sparkled in the glass. Her voice was low. “I’ve been hoping you would do that,” she said, as if it was a naughty admission, and she shivered against him, goose bumps rising on her skin.

His throat rumbled. “You beautiful, dirty woman,” he said in utter appreciation for her gorgeously depraved desires, which perfectly matched his.

“But I’ve never done it,” she said. “I don’t want it to hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, either. It doesn’t have to hurt, but if you don’t want to, don’t worry, Sophie.”

She turned in his arms, facing him. “I want to do everything with you.” She held up a finger. “I just think a glass of wine would help.”

A grin spread across his face. “Wine is good. And massage oil?”

She tapped one of the drawers in her vanity. “It’s all in here. I bought it last week. Just in case.”

He groaned and grabbed her face. He pressed his nose against hers. Out of nowhere, the next words came out. “I’m crazy for you. And not because you bought lube and massage oil. Just because I’m crazy for you.”

Her smile was radiant. “I’m crazy for you, too.”

* * *

A glass of white wine later, along with some soft music and Ryan’s hands all over her back, shoulders, and neck, and Sophie was wholly relaxed. His touch made her moan softly, and breathe deeply, and move in synch with his strong hands. He rubbed the oil on her shoulders, down her spine, and along her arms.

“What if you slip off me? What if I’m too slippery now?”

He laughed softly and leaned in closer to her ear. “I promise I won’t let you escape, my little eel.”

She laughed, too, and he continued to work his way down her body. He massaged the top of her cheeks, and she wriggled as the pressure sent sparks through her body, settling between her legs, beating a pulse in her very wet, very hot center. He parted her legs more, widening the space between them, and working his fingers lower on her bottom.