Sinful Longing (Sinful Nights, #3)(56)

Which meant…

“Elle Mariano,” he said as he grabbed it and arched an eyebrow. “I had no idea you were so advanced in your solo play.”

She quirked her lips. “Now you know.”

“Do you like this toy?”

She shrugged, a happy, woozy look still in her eyes. “I bought it one night when I went on a Joy Delivered online shopping spree. Never used it.”

“What inspired you to buy it?” he asked, as he grabbed the lube in the drawer.

“Something I was reading,” she said sheepishly.

“Ah, something dirty?”

“But of course.”

“Butt indeed,” he said, returning to her ass and squeezing it. Moving to a cross-legged position on the bed, he offered her a hand and tugged her lithe, naked body onto his. Damn, she was sexy as f*ck straddling him in that hot as sin outfit—socks and nothing else. “Climb on top, my Skater Girl.”

“Are you going to use that on me?”

“Considering how fast and hard you came with my finger in your ass, then yes, I am going to use this,” he said, as he bent his head to her neck. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

She lifted her face and cupped his cheeks. “The woman in the story loved it,” she whispered.

A bolt of lust tore through him. “You will, too.”

*

He reached for her wrists and looped them around his neck carefully, making sure her thumb wasn’t hurting. She didn’t feel any pain. She felt only possibility—the alluring possibility of pleasure beyond her wildest fantasies.

She’d had so many fantasies about this man.

Trying new things with him. Testing boundaries. Playing, without pushing past her comfort zone. She wasn’t sure how far she’d ever want to go in the backdoor department, but this kind of starter pleasure with the man she was hot for? She was ready.

And, oh hell, so was he. His cock was a thing of beauty—hard, hot, and heavy in her hand as she lowered herself onto him. Sensations rolled through her body. That delicious stretching. The intense depth. The way he moved. His eyes were dark, and she swore she could see all his desire written in them. His potent lust for her. She was sure two people had never wanted each other more—certain, too, that make-up sex had never been so good.

He laced his hands behind her waist, fiddling with the toy. The buzzing began, and the sound sent goose bumps across her flesh. He pressed the tip of the toy against her rear. It was better than good. It was mind-blowingly sexy. It was thrillingly dirty as it vibrated. He’d already lubed it up, so the tip slid easily inside.

“Rock into me,” he urged as she rode him, rising up and down on his dick. He pushed the toy farther into her rear, and she tensed, tightening around it. Stilling herself, she drew a breath at the twin sensations shooting through her body. Together, they were heaven. This was the opposite of how she’d felt yesterday, when pain had torn through her on the floor of the rink. This was different, too, from the Percocet. That pill had washed away the world around her, reducing it to a cool haze.

Here on her bed, straddling Colin as he shoved his cock deeper into her and played with her ass, she experienced every single wildly addictive wonderful feeling.

“So this is one of your fantasies?” he asked as he pressed a button on the remote.

She squirmed as pleasure raced through her. “Now, it is,” she said on a pant.

“Any time you want to reenact something, I’m your man.”

“You are,” she said. You are my man.

Those words echoed in her mind, and she shut her eyes, clamping her mouth closed or else she’d say more.

She’d say too much. She’d serve up all that she felt for him. That she was falling harder than she’d ever imagined. That she was crazy for him. That she couldn’t imagine how terrible she’d feel if she’d lost him.

But she hadn’t lost him. Here he was in her home. Fucking her. Taking her. Owning her. Giving her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced, more passion than she’d ever known. Exploring their potential between the sheets. In some ways, trusting him with her body was helping her trust him outside the bedroom, too.

He layered kisses on her neck as he drove into her with his cock and the toy, pleasure rippling through her from all directions. Soon, she had no notion of where or how or why she felt like this—like bliss. All she knew was that every single cell in her body was comprised of ecstasy, because he’d done it again. He’d f*cked her to the edge of reason. He’d ushered her to the far reaches of erotic joy, and she was breaking apart like a rainstorm, a gorgeous, brilliant summer rainstorm, as she came with no signs of stopping. Her climax had no end in sight. It washed over her, it pulled her under, and it consumed her.

Her whole body was a f*cking orgasm. There was nothing else but this endless rush of pleasure blasting through her and taking her captive.

She moaned and groaned and cried out, and she couldn’t stop because nothing had ever felt so good. “Oh God, oh my God, oh holy f*cking…” And then her words became nonsense, just the echo of the intensity raging in her body.

Soon he tossed her on her back, wrapped her legs around his waist, and f*cked her until his own oblivion smashed into him.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR


Elle dangled her feet in the stream as the water gurgled between her toes. No socks on now. She was barefoot, and her Converse sneakers were next to her on the path.