Page 72 of His Other Half

"Sweetheart?"

"Hm?"

"Cool your jets, and give me your mouth." He pushed up onto his hands without taking his cock out of her.

She tilted her head and brought his head down, kissing him deeply.

His hips moved. As he glided back and forth in her, her mind cleared. Hooking her ankles behind his thighs, she moved against him.

The music from the other room faded away. In the semi-darkness of the room, it was only her and Paco. As close as she could get to him, she moved as her body soared.

Paco ground against her, making her inner thighs quiver. She let go of his face as he pressed up to his hands and thrust into her harder, longer.

She stretched, holding his sides. The heels of her feet found purchase on the mattress, and she widened her legs, lifting her butt to meet each of his thrusts.

Warmth flooded her body. Urgency built inside of her. She bucked, reaching for the pleasure that hovered at the edges.

Paco looked down his body to where they stayed connected. She reached up and stroked his whiskered jaw.

"Fuck me." He held still, suspended in the air.

She raised her pelvis, sliding on the length of his cock. Putting her chin to her chest, she viewed what he was looking at. Where their bodies connected, fit perfectly together as if they were one.

Moving for him, her climax grabbed her. She worked for both of them.

Her lungs compressed. She panted. Shifting slightly, she found the spot where her clit rubbed against him.

Grabbing on to his biceps, she used his body to propel herself harder. The muscles under her fingers tightened. He was close to coming, and knowing she was doing that to him was enough for her body to spiral into an orgasm.

She bucked, arching off the bed. Every nerve tingled. Every muscle tensed.

He took her to the mattress, pounding into her once, twice, and burying his cock deep inside of her. His eyes closed, and he groaned. She held him through the jolts of her body, releasing, contracting, savoring.

Within seconds, he had her on her side, cradled in his arms. She inhaled swiftly, trying to catch her breath.

He stroked her back, a shudder running through him. Closing her eyes, she wasn't sure if she wanted to rush to his house and do it all again or stay at the clubhouse and have him hold her.