She smiles as she circles my nipple with her fingertips. “I think everyone should just go full throttle and experience bliss like that. The world would be a better place.”

I chuckle imagining it. “That would be something all right.”

This woman . . . she’s one of a kind and she’s mine.

I like round two even better, if that’s possible. One minute she’s raking her fingernails up the inside of my thighs and teasing me. A minute later she’s straddling me and making quite a show of working my cock inch by inch until it’s inside of her.

I lean back with my arms folded under my head and watch her slowly roll her hips, lifting up and rocking down, farther and farther until I’m all the way in.

Damn. She looks as good moving over me as she feels.

Her breath catches and I worry that she’s still tender from the way we went at it earlier. I run my hands over her hips and squeeze her gently.

“You okay?”

Biting her lip, she nods. “This is crazy good. You’re bigger than my rabbit.”

“Why do you keep comparing my cock to animals?”

She grins. “I love animals, especially when they’re wild.”

While she finds her rhythm I get distracted watching her. She’s so damn beautiful. My gaze runs down from her wavy hair, past her lush lips now parted, to her full breasts and tight pink nipples, down across her curvy hips and ending between her legs where we’re joined. As she looks at me with lust-filled eyes, she rocks her hips so I can see just where she lifts up and then sinks back down over my cock.

I run my hand over her breasts and slide one hand down to stroke her clit. She shudders and leans into me, close enough that I can kiss her breasts.

“Oh yes,” she groans. She looks down to watch me shift to her other breast and tease her nipple with my tongue. As her nipple hardens I pull it in between my lips and gaze up at her with hooded eyes as I suck.

The tension slowly builds until there’s blinding intensity. The storminess in her eyes makes me thrust up powerfully as her hips sway, and when she tightens over me I can tell that she’s coming undone. My hands cup her ass and pull her down over me again and again.

“Paul,” she gasps.

“That’s right, gorgeous girl. Give it to me,” I whisper in a rough voice.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she arches back and starts to cry out. Her hips still undulating, our gazes are locked . . . all that matters is watching the magnificence of her pleasure as it peaks, her body flushing pink as she moans.

I’ve never felt so powerful or satisfied by giving a woman what she needs. She collapses down on top of me and I hold her tight.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chants.

Smiling, I bury my face against her neck, trying to ignore that my cock is still throbbing inside of her. She needs a minute.

Or apparently not.

“Your turn,” she whispers.

“You can take it?” I ask, smoothing her damp hair off her face.

“What do you think?” She arches her brow and gives me a willful look.

I roll us to our sides, pull out of her, and check the condom. All good.

“I think I want to look at that perfect ass of yours. I’m taking you from behind.”

“Mmm,” she moans.

She submits as I roll her to her stomach, grasp and angle her hips up with one hand, and ease her legs apart with the other.

Once I’m on my knees I take a moment to rub my hands over her ass while my cock presses against her.

She spreads her legs farther apart and rocks her hips up higher to welcome me. I don’t need to be invited twice.

“You ready, baby? This is going to be hard and deep.”

“So ready,” she whispers.

I start slow, one hand balancing me on the mattress as I lean over her, the other guiding my cock inside.

“You’re so wet,” I groan once I’ve filled her.

“Thanks to you,” she says with a sharp breath.

I begin to move, slow at first until we adjust to each other, then harder as I pull her tight against me. I slip a hand under her to tease her nipple and then trail my fingers down to stroke her.

Her filthy mouth takes off again, and it just gets me more worked up.

It isn’t long before my hands grip her shoulders as I take her full force. We’re both slick with sweat and I rake my teeth against her neck and growl as I get close to my edge.

“Too much?” I gasp as her body snaps forward with each thrust.

“Never.”

She moves under me like she dances, every undulation leading me, calling me to her. I rise higher and take her hips in my hands, blind with lust as every nerve ending sizzles, with my final thrust I roar.

I barely remember how I ended up flat on my back with Elle in my arms. All I know is that I’ve never been more spent or satisfied.

“How’d I get here?” I groan, only half joking.

“You sort of passed out. I had to roll you over.” Leaning over, she grabs a water bottle off the nightstand and offers it to me. I lift up and take a few swigs.

“Where’d you get that?”

“From the kitchen. I made a run after I used the bathroom.”

My mouth falls open. “Holy hell, I did pass out.”

She grins. “Well it’s no wonder. I’m going to call you Beast Boy from now on.”

“Filthy Mouth and Beast Boy . . . we make a fine pair,” I murmur.

“A very fine pair,” she whispers before turning off the light and settling back down into my arms.

I vaguely remember kissing her on the forehead and pulling her closer before sleep takes me again.

Chapter Twenty

FACE TO FACE

“You smell like sex.”

I’m pulled out of the depths of sleep and I blink several times.

“What?” I ask as I rub my eyes.

She trails kisses across my chest and give me a lazy smile. “You smell like sex.”

I chuckle. “Well, it’s no wonder.” I lean into her. “You do too.”

Grinning, she eases her folded leg over my thigh. “I know. Isn’t it glorious? The best smell ever!”

“Well, it’s distinct.” I blink again, noticing how dim the light is in the room. “What time is it anyway?”

“Five-thirty.”

“In the morning?”

“Yes, you’ve been sleeping like a bear. It’s no wonder you have no sense of the time.”

“Haven’t you been sleeping?”

“Not a wink. I’m too excited!”

“What about?”

“Sex!”

This woman.

I bite back my smile. “What about sex?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Now that I’ve got the best lover of my life, I’m imagining all the sex ahead of us. I was making a list in my mind of all the things I want to try. As a matter of fact, there’s a sex show coming up at the Convention Center and I thought we could go and see all the latest stuff.”

Stuff?

“Oh really?”

She nods with a sincere look. “Yeah, that’s where Stella got the crotchless sex swing. They had the part where it hooks up installed over their mattress in their bedroom.”

What the hell?

“Stella has a crotchless swing over their bed? I wonder if it’s got that sparkly shit on it?”

She laughs. “Ha! Probably.”

I point up to her light fixture. “Wouldn’t hanging a swing over your bed conflict with your heavy-ass Venetian light fixture?”

She taps her fingers on her chin. “Good point. Well, we could hang it in the guestroom.”

I’m tempted to ask her how it works but I don’t want to give her a false sense of encouragement. I may be a beast in bed but I don’t do crotchless swings.

She runs her hand down my thigh. “Speaking of crotchless, do you have any chaps?”

I’m starting to get concerned. Why is everything starting to sound like a bad theatrical production?

“Leather chaps?” I ask to check her level of sincerity.