Page 14 of Just One More Night

His beautiful, foolish girl.

Stefan reached down and picked her up, but he didn’t set her on her feet. He lifted her even farther, liking the way she laughed a little and melted against him. Making it the easiest thing in the world to lift her so high that she was kneeling on his shoulders.

Indy laughed. “You aren’t really...”

“I would hold on,” he advised her. Sternly.

Then he gripped her ass, made sure he was holding her securely, and brought her pussy directly to his lips.

He licked his way in, finding her wet and sweet and hot and in the next moment, coming against his mouth.

Just as he remembered.

He teased her clit, sucking on it and raking it gently with his teeth. He saw how many more times he could make her come as she gripped his hair so hard it hurt and arched her body there where she knelt on his wide shoulders. She tossed her head back, writhing against him and showing him that she fully trusted he would not drop her.

Her trust made his cock so hard it nearly hurt.

And only when he was satisfied with the way she screamed and rocked against his face did he lower her down his body, handling her with an ease that made him ache, to finally slam his way inside her.

This time, her whole body formed a perfect bow. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her mouth wide open as if the scream was trapped inside her, and he could no longer tell if she was coming or about to come again.

He didn’t wait for her to accommodate him, because she was molten hot and so sweet it almost burned. Instead, he moved her, using her to fuck himself, loving the feel of her in his hands. That tight fist of her pussy, wetter and hotter with each stroke.

The longer it went, the more she moved into it, letting her back arch once more. Letting her head fall. Closing her eyes and once again trusting him to hold her where he wanted her, to move her as he liked.

Taking all of him and making low, greedy noises as if she loved every inch.

And when he felt her pussy clamp down on him once more, she sobbed wildly, another orgasm taking her over. Stefan found his own release, emptying himself into her with a few hard, deep, glorious thrusts.

Then he held her there as she collapsed against him, her mouth wide open in the crook of his neck as she fought for air.

He was still inside her and carried her that way, enjoying the little noises she made when he took the stairs up to the second floor. He carried her to the loftlike master suite and into the bathroom, where he set her down outside the massive shower stall. He reached in and turned on the water, smiling with deep satisfaction when she made her way in a moment or so later, but had to hold on to the tiled wall as if her legs weren’t quite steady.

He stripped, then followed her into the hot spray, already steaming up the room.

“Oh,” she breathed, gazing at him in what looked like awe. His cock certainly thought so, and stood proudly. “I’ve been wondering what you look like naked.”

She reached over and traced the tattoo that took up the better part of his chest, then wrapped around his back. It was a phoenix etched in bright colors and utilizing all his scars, its tail ending in the small of his back. And Stefan had always loved his tattoo, the story of how he always rose from any ashes, but never so much as now. Because Indy moved closer and began to trace it with her fingers. Her soft little hands. That hot, dirty mouth of hers.

“What are these?” she asked softly, finding his various scars concealed in the lines and swirls.

“Knives and guns.” He grunted as she found a different ridge. “The odd boot.”

Her dark eyes rose to meet his, then dropped. But she kissed his scars a little bit longer.

After the shower he dried himself, then took her towel from her and amused himself with drying her, too. She combed her tangle of hair with her fingers, then braided it, letting the damp mass of it fall over one shoulder.

“I left all my clothes downstairs,” she told him when he pulled his jeans back on.

“You don’t need clothes.” He studied her. “Are you hungry?”

She considered, and then her face lit up. “Ravenous, as a matter of fact.”

He had her walk before him down the stairs so he could watch her move. So he could contemplate the sweet line of her spine and the flare of her hips as he imagined taking her from behind.

Would his hunger for her ever end?

Once on the ground floor, he settled his hand on the nape of her neck and steered her into the kitchen at the back of the house that looked over the terraced grounds, green by day. Tonight the pool gleamed turquoise and beyond, down in the valley, the city of Prague lay like ribbons of light.