Striker woke a few hours later still curled around Lila’s sleeping form. The even rise and fall of her chest against his torso was reassuring, and he was glad she’d been able to sleep.
The moment he registered the feel of her bottom snuggled against his cock, he hardened in a rush. He slid one palm over her silky smooth thigh and he savored the feel of her in his arms. Something was happening here, something beyond sex, and he felt powerless to stop it. More than his fair share of women had rotated through his bed, being VP of the MC attracted them in droves. He always assumed he would have an ol’ lady someday, and in so many ways Lila seemed his perfect match. Unfortunately, any relationship between them was doomed to fail. She was far too good for him, and at some point he would have to find the strength to end it.
Striker pressed his lips to Lila’s neck, and kissed his way across her jaw while his hand snuck around the front and he slipped a finger into her core. As he let his fingers and mouth play, he felt her grow soft and wet.
“Mmmm.” She moaned. “I could get used to this wake up call.”
“That’s the plan, babe. Are you on the pill?” He asked, his mouth against her ear.
Her body convulsed when his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, and she nodded.
“I always use a condom, and I got tested last week. I’m clean. Can I take you bare?” He dipped his tongue into her ear swirling it around.
“You got tested?” The last word came out as a moan.
“We’ve been dancing around each other for a while, Lila. This was bound to happen, and you’re a doctor. I figured you wouldn’t let me near you without proof I was clean. You want to see the paper?”
“Thank you, Striker. And no. I don’t need to see the paper. I trust you.”
He trapped her ear lobe between his teeth and gave a tug. “So is that a yes to bareback?” Goosebumps erupted along Lila’s neck, and Striker ran his tongue across the ridges.
“Yes. No condom, and please hurry.”
“Fuck, you’re going to feel incredible.”
While they talked, he lightly rimmed her entrance with one finger. Teasing her, feeling her rear squirm against his length was a form of self-torture. When, with a feminine sound of need, Lila reached back, and clenched his ass to anchor him to her as she ground her backside against him, the teasing wasn’t enough anymore. He couldn’t wait any longer; his body was screaming for her. To possess her. Own her.
Striker flipped her over, and settled between her thighs. One elbow rested on each side of her head while he fused his mouth to hers. Her arms came around him, and her velvety hands stroked the taut muscles of his back. “I need you now, baby, you ready for me?” he asked between biting kisses.
“God, yes. I’m beyond ready for you.”
“I can’t go slow. I can’t be easy right now. I’m too close to the edge. Can you handle me, Lila?” he asked through gritted teeth as he tensed with the effort to hold back. He didn’t want to attack her like an animal.
She reached between them, closed her soft hand around his cock, and gave him a firm squeeze. His breath hissed out as she pumped him once, twice, then swiped her thumb over the sensitive head. “I don’t want slow. I don’t want easy, Striker. I want hard, and I want fast.” She positioned him at her opening.
Her words were the catalyst he needed. With one fierce stroke, he slammed into her, and a smile lit his face as she to arched up and cried out in pleasure. Despite Lila’s bold talk, he knew it had been a while for her, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
Shit! She was so hot and tight around him he thought he might come just from holding still inside her. He fought the urge to move, and peered down at her. Christ, she was beautiful. Skin flushed, neck arched, she squirmed slightly to adjust to his thick penetration.
“Don’t hold back. Fuck me, Striker,” she cried.
The last thread of his control broke. He found both of her hands, and flung them roughly over her head, linking their fingers as he pressed them to the mattress. He drew out, and groaned as her body clenched as though trying to pull him back in. With a feral cry, he hammered into her. There wasn’t any finesse as he thrust fiercely, over and over. Lila wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke.
“Christ, Lila, what are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know.” She panted. “But you do the same thing to me. Oh, God, Striker, It’s never been like this.”
Her uninhibited admission fueled him even further, and, if possible, his hips moved faster, harder.
He’d never been with a woman whose body and mind pleasured him in equal measure. Emotions he hadn’t felt in over a decade made him feel vulnerable while also enhancing the pleasure.
Lila felt like heaven around him, hotter than the desert sun, and so tight it was an effort to pump in and out of her despite how wet desire made her. Striker always used a condom, and the silken warmth of her pussy gripping him made his eyes roll back in his head. She had better stay on that damn pill forever. Now that he’d had a taste of perfection, he would never tolerate a barrier between them.
The walls of her channel fluttered around him, and he knew she was close. Lila seemed mindless with pleasure. Whimpers escaped her with each thrust, and she clawed at his back as though she was trying to climb inside him. Their mouths ate at each other until suddenly she pulled away and emitted a loud shout of release. Her slim body shook under him, squeezing his cock, and sent him over the edge with her. He shuddered as waves of pleasure assaulted him. With one final kiss, he collapsed on top of her.
“I’ll move in a minute,” he whispered, around his heaving breath.
“You don’t need to,” she answered as she stroked her hands up and down his back.
After a few minutes, Striker lifted his head and looked in her eyes. He found them slumberous and contented. “Never been that good, baby.” He rolled over, and slid out of her. Not finished enjoying the feel of her, he tucked her into the curve of his body. After he drew the blankets up to cocoon them, he wrapped his arms around her midsection. “Sleep, Lila.”