Page 54 of Point Blank

Her head dropped back, exposing the column of her throat even more, and her legs tightened around his hips. She pulled harder on his cock, straining the already tight flesh.

“Now, Milo.”

He pulled his attention from her tantalizing, strawberry tipped breasts and slid her ass closer to the edge of the counter. Then he pushed his pants and briefs to his ankles and kicked them out of the way. She flipped her loose locks over her shoulder and looped one hand around the back of his neck. Her other hand rested on the counter behind her. Between the bright lights above the island and the gray stone beneath her ass, every inch of her stood on display. The glow from the recessed lights caught light brown highlights in her long locks. Her eyes, so damn blue and uncertain, yet round with hunger and need, were trained on him with the heat of a laser. Her breasts glimmered from his wet kisses, and her lips were pink and plump. Ragged breaths hissed between her teeth.

And she was spread out on his kitchen counter like a buffet for only him to enjoy.

He’d never witnessed anything so sexy, so erotic, in his life.

The arch in her eyebrow bounced. He smiled. Damn, he loved that she wanted his cock. Hooking his index finger in the triangle that covered her sex, he pulled the material aside to allow his dick access.

Her wet slit welcomed the head, and he groaned. “Jesus, Serena” was all he could muster. She pumped her hips against him and he urged himself deeper.

She cried out as he filled her with every inch. Her walls tightened around him, and it took all his willpower to keep thrusting amid the ecstasy that blurred his vision. She moaned again and snuggled her face against his throat. Each rock of her hips twisted his cock tighter.

He slid his hands to the small of her back and then caught her luscious ass cheeks in his palms so he could go deeper.

“Oh yes, Milo. Harder!”

He closed his eyes against the building pressure. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders, and she matched his thrusts with hard jerks of her pelvis.

Her muscles tightened against the length of his body, and her scream reverberated through the kitchen. He grabbed a handful of her hair and eased her head back. He invaded her mouth with his tongue as she shook on the last wave of her orgasm. Her body melted against him, but her mouth moved and her tongue caressed his with just as much urgency.

He held tight to her ass with his free hand and plowed into the slick, hot cushion of her pussy. She tightened around him again and a blast of light hit his closed lids as she milked his release. His body spasmed as his orgasm blew inside her. He dropped his face back into the pillowy softness of her neck and inhaled her sweet scent.

Her light tinkle of laughter shook her breasts. He snapped his head up.

“Please tell me you’re not laughing after we just had sex.” He pulled away to frown at her. The spark in her irises and the hitch in her lips made warmth spread through his chest.

It had been a long time since she looked at him like that.

“It’s not the sex, trust me.” She gestured around them. “More the location we chose.”

His laugh fell into sync with hers, and he straightened away from her. “What’s wrong with the kitchen? Not sure about you, but I worked up an appetite.”

She rested her palms on the island behind her, thrusting her naked breasts forward. Her hair clung to the sprinkle of dew that had collected on her shoulders during their frantic lovemaking.

“I could eat.”

“I’ve got a frozen pizza?” he offered, as he pulled his clothes on.

She tapped her chin. “Umm . . . I could go for pizza.” Her gaze fell to the exposed countertop between her legs. “Just don’t cut it here,” she said, with a wrinkle in her nose.

He gripped her waist and pulled her off the island to stand next to him. Her body curled into his as easily as melted butter. He pinched the tight bud of her nipple between his fingers and rolled it. She sucked in a breath and her eyes flew to his. Fresh pink stains crept over her cheekbones, making him hard all over again.

“Agreed. But you have to stay like this.”

Chapter

Twelve

“Now this is fair,” Serena said, tugging the cotton T-shirt over her breasts. Milo wore only jeans as he pulled out the pizza and placed it on a cutting board.

“I think our previous arrangement was better,” he said, as he rolled a pizza cutter through the crust. The scent of melted cheese filled the air and her mouth watered.

“Me naked and you fully dressed?”

He handed her a plate and sat next to her. “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”