in heat and drew her nails like claws into his back. The slim piece of fabric had been little trouble, parting to the side to reveal her core without much prompting. The bra, however, needed to go.
He started to grab at the straps and her nails dug deep into his back, drawing blood.
“Don't,” She purred, releasing his sore muscles and reaching back to unhook the bra herself. “I like this one.”
His laugh was lost to the hard nub already caught between his lips. Cecilia sucked in a breath as he teased the nipple with lots of swirling patterns. She had her claws in his back again and was pushing him deep inside her with a squeeze of her thighs. With a cry she threw her head back on the blankets, eyes closed and lips parted in a whimper.
Ray suckled at the prodding nipple in his mouth while he thrust hard, pounding her with all of his desires driving him. She rose to meet his thrusts and their hands found each other above their heads, lacing together as he slid from her cunt and rushed into her again.
She squeezed him inside her, tightening by sheer will and need alone, and he could feel the pulse of pleasure rocking through him. Ray felt the building need tightening in his balls, the way her juices soaked him as he thoroughly fucked her, his Cecilia. Nothing felt as sweet, as hot or as tight as his Cece. It was high school all over again, the secret rendezvous and the romps in the park near his house.
She was even feistier than she used to be, swiveling her hips and clamping down on him when he was sure he couldn't handle any more without exploding. His pleasure rose, crested, and blasted through him as he hit orgasm. With a guttural cry he filled her hard and fast, hips recklessly slamming into hers as he spent himself inside her tight folds. Cecilia cried out, matching his thrusts and surging off the bed with her own frenzied orgasm. They rocked against each other and cried out until the waves slowed and dribbled to a fading lap of heat and pleasure.
Ray sighed and found her lips with his eyes closed, kissing her softly and covering her completely. They lay blissful together, Ray slipping out eventually and scooting until they lay on their sides. His hands stroked the line of her spine up and down, beneath her thong to palm her ass and back up to the nape of her neck.
Cecilia let her breathing return to normal and her heart slow to a reasonable pace before speaking.
“I'm going to kill you for that, you know.” She didn't have to elaborate. Ray knew she was still miffed about being fingered in public, and thrown over his back to boot.
“I know. But it was worth it.” Ray smiled languidly, kissing her cheek and curling her closer. Her nipples made little circles in his chest with her careful breathing and he let the last effects of endorphins wash away all of his worries. She was in his arms, she was his. What else mattered?
“What am I gonna do with you,” Cecilia sighed. She didn't pose it as a question so he didn't answer. “I have a life here you know.” She pointed out, touching his hip and tracing the hard muscles of his thigh.
“I would never ask you to walk away from your home, you should know that.” He moved to kiss her again and she pulled away. His eyelids fluttered open to get the full effect of her vicious glare. He flinched. Yep, as brutal and deadly as ever. “What?”
“You jackass.” She shook her head, eyes red-rimmed but not crying. She looked a cross between anger and tears but refused his touch with a smack. “You still don't get it?”
Ray's brows rose of their own accord.
“I told you already, don't fucking leave me behind.” She glared. “I don't give a damn about this place. I don't want to spend my time at that garbage agency and get canned in a month because they can't stay afloat in this economy. I'm not going to let you ride out of my life all over again.”
Oh, that's what she was pissed