He thrust hard to seat himself fully in her, throwing back his head and growling as she pulsed her hips to meet him. “Yeah, that’s good,” he said, moving his hands to cup her bottom and bring her forward so his cock went even deeper. The power and intimacy of their joining spiraled down inside her, pushing her beyond just physical pleasure.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She ran her ankles up along the seams of his jeans to lock them together behind him, opening her even more. He moved in closer and pushed in farther. “And now, sugar, let’s get to know each other.”
With his cock impaling her in place, he traced a line up the indentation of her spine with one finger while he nibbled at the side of her neck. He twined his hands into her hair, using it to angle her head back so he could lick his way down her throat to her cleavage. He released her hair and brought both hands to her breasts, lifting them with his palms and flicking his thumbs over the nipples.
His exploration was slow and thorough, as though he was truly fascinated by her body. She let herself go, reveling in her unrestrained responses to his touch.
Every time he moved, she felt the shift of his hard length inside her and the press of his groin against her wide open thighs, winding the tension tighter and tighter. She couldn’t stop him from touching her wherever he chose. And each touch made her pulse around the fullness within. It was so overwhelmingly erotic she almost forgot she could touch him, too.
Somehow she brought her hands up to flatten her palms on his chest, carefully avoiding the dark bruises, so she could savor the slight roughness of his wiry hair, the immovable stone of his pectoral muscles, the living warmth of his skin, and the hard thudding of his heart.
She wielded power over him, too.
At her touch, he sucked in a breath so his abs defined themselves even further. She spread her hands to thumb his nipples and make him moan. He pinched hers, so sparks showered through her. She traced the lines of definition down the front of his hips until she brushed the base of his cock where it was pressed so close to her. He rocked into her as though he couldn’t stop himself, sending her arching back as a shock of pleasure seared through her.
“Lean away from me, darlin’,” he said, moving his grip to her behind. “Put your feet on the edge of the table.”
She braced herself on her hands and bent her knees so her heels rested on the padded tabletop, against her bottom. The new angle of his cock set off another shudder of arousal. He kept his eyes on hers and began to move, withdrawing almost completely before he eased back into her. She dropped onto her elbows as her muscles melted under the sensual assault.
The tendons in his neck drew taut and the heat in his eyes blazed while he drove into her harder and faster. Every time he pushed in, he rotated his hips, grinding against her, ratcheting her closer and closer to orgasm. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. More.”
He thrust and pulled her in sharply, so she was fully open to the friction of his body against hers. The hard, hot pressure set off her climax, her body going rigid as all her muscles seemed to clench at once before exploding in a release so mind-bending she screamed and bowed back, her head hitting the vinyl padding. As she convulsed around him, she felt him go still, his fingers digging into the flesh of her behind.
After the shocks ripped through her, she collapsed so she lay on the table, quivering with little echoing ripples of sensation. Luke was still huge and hard inside her, which made her insides begin to hum with anticipation again, despite her release. She levered her hips up in invitation.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.
She opened her eyes to see him nearly grimacing with the effort he was making to hold on to his control. “So ready.”
That blasted his control to bits, and he started to thrust in a wild rhythm. She could feel the brush of worn denim on the backs of her thighs as he pulled her hips up even higher to give himself a better angle. The table bucked in time with his hips, and she could hear it scraping across the floor. Her inner muscles quivered and tightened with the power of his strokes. She lifted her arms over her head to hang on to the top edge of the table.
“You look so hot like that,” he rasped, his attention concentrated on her jutting breasts. Her nipples tightened in response.
He drove into her and stayed there, throwing his head back and shouting at the ceiling as he came inside her, his cock pulsing so strongly she could feel it along its entire length.
When the pulsing stopped, he eased his hold on her hips, and she wondered if she would have bruises where his fingers had dug in. He slid out of her and turned away for a moment. When he came back, the condom was gone, and he bent over the table to brace his elbows on either side of her. “You are amazing,” he said, his breath whistling through her hair as he rested his forehead on the pillowy surface beside her neck.
She let her heels drop off the table so her legs dangled on either side of his. Now the denim was scraping against the sensitized spot between her thighs. “So are you.” Draping her arms over his back, she gave her hips a little grind against him.
“Sugar, allow me a few minutes. You take more out of me than an entire defensive line.”
She rotated her hips again, igniting little flares of heat in her belly. “Are you one of those players who doesn’t believe in sex the night before a big game?”
He stiffened slightly and she regretted her joking question. Then his body relaxed against hers. “I try to keep my focus on football during the season, but sometimes it’s worth making an exception.”