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A huge smile breaks over her face. With a giggle, she presses a kiss on my lips hard enough to send me keening backward. Then she’s off like a shot, running down the hallway toward the bedroom while yanking her shirt over her head and leaving it littered on my floor.
Wild woman.
“Last one naked has to be on top!”
Trouble, that’s just where I want to be.
Chapter Seven
Blyth
If there’s one thing I know I’m good at, it’s sex. And truth be told, I’ve wanted Murphy from the start, so if he’s offering, there’s no way in hell I’m passing up the chance.
Sex doesn’t have to mean forever. It can be fun for now, and if we’re going to spend the next week in each other’s presence, it might as well be mutually satisfying. So. So. Satisfying.
No reason to play coy.
Stripping down, I drop all my clothing on the floor and leap into his bed, thankful for the shower I took when we got back from the hike. The comforter is soft and warm under my skin, and I roll back and forth, allowing myself to get acquainted with it.
The thump of feet echoes in the hallway, and my core pulses, waiting for Murphy to appear. It’s only a moment before he does, his eyes darkening with lust when he spies me lying on my belly, breasts pressed against the mattress.
“Having fun, Trouble?” he asks. His deep voice rolls over me like silk, sliding against my nerve endings and causing arousal togather between my legs. I spread them just enough to give him a flash of my cunt, and his deep moan makes me even wetter.
“Loads. Want to join me?” I quip, moving to roll over. A warm hand lands on my back, holding me in position and heating my blood to boiling. Murphy’s barely touched me, but I’m already so needy.
“On all fours,” he demands, and I’m quick to comply, all too happy to play whatever game he wants. The rough callouses on his hand scrape along my back, over the globes of my ass, and my limbs shake. With every slide of his hand, he inches closer to my core, and I spread my legs wider, begging him to touch me where I need it most. “What a pretty pussy.”
Murphy’s fingers tease my folds, but he moves lower instead of giving me what I need, tracing the lines of arousal sliding down my legs. I whine in protest.
“Touch me. Make me come. I promise I’ll be quick.” I arch back, pushing against him. He chuckles but does as I ask, splitting me open with his thumb and rubbing up and down my aching slit until I sigh.
“Do you have any hard limits?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over my clit again and again as my brain turns to mush. My hips roll, seeking his touch.
“Fuck. That feels so good.” The gentle stimulation is like torture of the best kind, getting me closer and closer to the edge but never pushing me over.
“Limits, Blyth. Do you have any? Answer or I’ll stop.” He gives my clit a hard tap, and I try to catch my breath and make sense of the question.
“No humiliation. No blood play. No pain,” I quickly blurt out, doing my best to answer.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and I preen at the praise. His fingers disappear for a moment, and a drawer opens and closes rapidly. He returns, tossing a shiny line of condoms onto the mattressbeside me. Climbing up on the bed, he positions himself behind me, the hair on his legs tickling against my thighs. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.
“Please,” I beg, grinding against him. His stiff cock slides between my legs, not touching my pussy and, although I can’t see it from this angle, it’s wide and warm.
“Soon, baby, I need to open you up first.”
Oh, holy hell, yes.
Without another word, two fingers slide inside me with a squelch. I’m so wet that they meet no resistance, and he quickly pumps, thrusting in and out in the perfect rhythm. I moan and cry with every thrust as I become nothing more than sensation. Completely focused on the symphony of ecstasy between my legs. Then his thumb comes into play, circling my clit.
“Good girl. Ride my hand. Fuck it hard and take your pleasure.”
His words make me feel beautiful. Desired. Goosebumps pop up over my skin and I shiver, pushing back hard on him.
Murphy curls his fingers, rubbing hard against my inner walls, and I shudder as I hurdle closer and closer to oblivion. His hand works insistently, and the heat of his body sears my back when he leans forward to cup my breast. My nipples are hard, aching with desire, and the slightest touch is enough to send me right over the edge. Shattering me in the best possible way.
My pussy clamps down, but he’s already removed his fingers from my throbbing channel. The emptiness inside makes me long for his thick cock, and I wail in desperation.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper is music to my ears, and it’s mere seconds before his thick tip presses against my entrance.
