I didn’t finish that, not that I really started it. He gave my arm a jerk, I slammed into his body, his other hand tangled in my hair and his face was in mine.

“You need me to fuck you, baby?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

Okay, there it was.

Out there.

I thought he’d kiss me.

He didn’t kiss me.

He let me go and disappeared because he bent to put a shoulder in my belly and then I was up.

In a fireman’s hold.

There were no flutters or tingles with that.

It was all spasms, and these were concentrated in one place.

“Axl,” I said to his superior ass.

Okay, it was more like I panted his name.

He was tall, his strides wide, so I wasn’t on his shoulder for long before I was on my back on his bed.

And he was on me.

But he again didn’t kiss me.

He framed my face with his hands and stared down at me.

“Axl.”

That time, it was a plea.

Only then did he kiss me.

Me on his bed, with him, this going somewhere, finally, I might not have reached for second base right off the bat.

But while his tongue plundered my mouth, my body responded (wildly), and I tugged hard at his tee.

He shoved up to his knees, straddling me, and whoosh, the tee was gone and there was his chest.

God, I’d missed his chest.

I started to push up to touch it, but he came down, rolled us, then we were up again, both of us, with me straddling him, and whoosh again, my tee was gone.

He was staring at me straddling him in my bra and a noise like a low purr hummed from his chest.

Good freaking God.

Hot.

Hearing that sound, instantly, feelings neither of us let loose while we were just necking exploded all over the place.

I wanted to taste him, so I did.

His neck.

His ear.

He wanted to taste me, so he did.

He sank his teeth into the curve of my breast above my bra.

Oh yeah.

“Yes,” I breathed.

I’d barely hissed out the “s” when my bra was gone.

“Yes,” I gasped.

His hands were at my breasts.

Both of them.

God, it felt nice, their weight held in his strong, long-fingered hands.

Then my nipple was in his mouth.

He drew hard.

No spasm at that.

My sex clutched like he was already inside me.

Need.

Oh, man.

I moaned.

My other nipple was in his mouth.

I ground into his promising bulge between my legs.

And when I did, I flew through the air as he whipped me on my back, and he was off the bed.

I had no time to protest the loss of him.

One sandal … gone.

Okay, I was with his program.

I undid the button on my jeans.

The other sandal … gone.

I unzipped my jeans.

With Axl tugging on the hems, my jeans scored down my legs, taking me partially with them.

Which was good, since my panties were now in easy reach for him to curl the fingers of both his hands in the sides and yank them down to my calves.

This he did.

I felt a rush of wet between my legs.

Or, another one.

I wheeled the panties off and then Axl had his arm around my waist and I was again going through the air.

Colliding with him.

I wrapped my legs around his hips as he entered the bed on his knees.

And we were kissing.

Kissing hard.

I had one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other one was tugging at his belt.

He broke the kiss and muttered, “Hold tight,” against my lips.

I stopped tugging at his belt and curled my arm around his shoulder.

We went back to kissing, and I was so into it, his taste, his tongue, the smell of him, the feel of my skin against his, my bare breasts crushed against his hard chest, when I felt more skin. The skin of his hips against my legs after he tugged down his cargos.

Then his hand was between us and I felt him rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit.

My pussy spasmed and electric currents rushed over my thighs.

Finally.

Oh yes.

So good.

So, so, so, so good.

I tore my mouth from his and panted, “God, honey.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I answered.

He shifted his cock to my entrance.

Finally!

I focused on his blue eyes.

“Yes,” I demanded.

He fell forward, pulling me down on him, filling me, and then I was on my back, and Axl was on me and in me.

In me.

Part of me.

Then he was gliding gently, in and out.

I used my legs around his ass to lift my hips to meet his strokes, our gazes locked.

“Beautiful,” I whispered.

“That’s my line,” he whispered back, angled his head, and kissed me again.

Then he started fucking me, the strokes turning to thrusts, his hips shifting, finding the right spot to make me gasp, moan, his hands on me, mine all over him.

It built.

It surged.

It carried me away.

The thrusts became drives.

I dug my nails into skin, sucked hard on his tongue.

The drives turned into pounds.

Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah.

I broke our kiss, shoved my face in his neck and wrapped everything I had around him.

Everything.

Tight.

“Christ, yeah,” he grunted.

And that was when I came.

Explosion.

Fireworks.

Then obliteration.

Nothing but sensation.

Elation.

Completion.

God, this was perfect.

God, he was perfect.

God, he was everything.

Everything.

My orgasm began drifting, he was still driving deep, I could hear his labored breathing, and I was cradling him, squeezing him, rising to meet him.

“Hattie,” he whispered in my ear before he groaned deeply, pressing his face hard in my neck, burying himself to the root.

Yeah.

Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah.

As he coasted with his climax, I petted him, out of the zone of need, aware of everything now. The feel of his skin, the heat of it, the muscle under it. The heft of his cock, filling me full. The scent of him, man and soap and hints of shaving cream. The aroma of sex.

Of us.

He shifted his head, trailed his tongue around the groove behind my ear, down my neck to my throat, dipping it into the hollow at my clavicle, and then his head came up.