Tying You Down by Cheyenne McCray Page B

his neck, kissing him back. His skin felt cool against her skin that was warm from being in the shower, but it wasn’t long before his body felt as hot as hers.
    All reservations, all worries slipped from her mind as he thoroughly took control of her mouth and her body. He moved his palms over her slick skin and played with her nipples, causing her to gasp. His cock was big and thick against her belly and the ache between her thighs grew stronger and stronger.
    He stepped back and she opened her eyes to see him rolling a condom on his cock. She raised her brows. “You came prepared,” she said, the words coming out husky.
    “Of course.” He took her by the waist and turned her around. “Brace your hands on the wall.”
    A thrill went through her belly and she did what he told her to, bending over. He pressed his cock against her core grabbed her hips in his hands, and drove his cock inside her.
    Her eyes widened at the sudden entrance and the thickness of his cock. He’d taken her last night, but she still wasn’t used to how big he was.
    He began fucking her as water beat down on them, thrusting hard and slamming his hips against her ass. This was no easy lovemaking like last night. This was almost animal-like in its intensity.
    Her breasts swayed with every thrust as he drove in and out of her. The tile felt cool beneath her palms but her body was so, so hot. The feel of him moving in and out of her had her eyes nearly crossing with pleasure.
    An orgasm began building and building inside her as he slammed his cock into her. She felt it growing and knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.
    He slid his hand from her hip to her mound then slipped his finger between her folds. The moment he rubbed her clit, she lost it.
    With a cry she came hard, her hips jerking against his hand. He continued to stroke her clit as he fucked her and then to her surprise her body shuddered with a second orgasm that had her shouting out from the explosion within her.
    He gave a loud growl and she felt his cock throbbing inside her, pulsing even as her own core continued to spasm.
    When he stopped, they stayed for a moment in that position, his cock still inside her, both of them breathing hard. And then he was turning her around in his arms, kissing her, holding her, like he never intended to let her go.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Jo and her friend, Carrie, enjoyed an early breakfast at a little restaurant hidden away in Scottsdale. It had a vine-covered archway with a flagstone path that led to the entrance of the restaurant, which reminded her of a pretty cottage from the outside.
    Inside were two dining rooms, one at the entrance and one at a slightly lower level down. Outside was a patio with more tables, but the fall morning was a little cool and they decided to eat indoors.
    After they had ordered breakfast, Carrie leaned back in her chair. Her light brown hair was cut into a bob and her warm honey-colored eyes studied Jo. Carrie had gone to St. Amelia’s boarding school with Jo in New York City. She had also modeled with Jo, but had left the business before her eighteenth birthday.
    “You look amazing, with a sort of glow about you.” Carrie tilted her head to the side. “At the same time it seems like something’s bothering you.”
    “That transparent, huh?”
    Carrie shrugged. “I’ve known you a long time, girlfriend.”
    The waitress arrived and poured each of them a cup of coffee. Jo put half-and-half and sweetener into her coffee and stirred it. She drew in the rich scent before taking a sip.
    “Stop procrastinating,” Carrie said, but was smiling. “Tell me.”
    Jo set down her coffee cup. “I started dating a guy I knew from my childhood. I knew him before St. Amelia’s.”
    “That’s great.” Carrie seemed to be watching Jo’s expression. “It is, right?”
    With a sigh, Jo said, “I’m not sure. He’s a great guy, but…”
    “But what?”
    “We haven’t been dating that long,” Jo finally got out.