Weston by Debra Kayn Page B

She squirmed on the bed, half hoping he’d come back, enter her, and half wishing he’d continue not listening to her, because she liked where he was going.
    She got her wish. His mouth sealed around her heat. She came up on her elbows, staring down at him in fascinated horror. “Uh,” she panted, “Tony?”
    Oh. My. God. She felt his smile against her most private spot and…and…“Never mind.”
    She dropped her head to the mattress and clutched the comforter. He chuckled and continuing lavishing attention on her. Who was she to argue with him over what he enjoyed doing?
    The pressure, his tongue, the wildness of the night left her reaching. Tighter, higher, her insides coiled. Her heels dug into the mattress, and her whole world exploded into a bazillion little shock waves bouncing from her core out to every limb.
    Softly, gently, he eased away from her letting her come down from her orgasm. She struggled to open her eyes and inhale, reconnecting with her body and becoming aware of what he was doing.
    He stretched across her and opened his nightstand. She took the condom from his hand after he tore the foil. Rolling the protection on him, she caressed his hard length.
    Hot, hard, perfect. Her fingers wrapped around his width, caressing him, and marveling at how his whole body impressed and intimidated her.
    “That’s good…” he murmured.
    Her head came up and she locked her gaze on him. He barely moved, bracing himself on his elbows, yet he waited.
    “Tony?” She raised her hips. “Please.”
    He smiled and lowered himself, teasing her pussy with his cock, until he plunged inside of her on a moan. She sucked in her breath, her throat constricting at the consuming knowledge that he filled her. It wasn’t his size—though that helped—or the act of sex; it was Tony’s presence. They were together, neither one winning or pressuring the other. She no longer had to keep him at a distance or worry about him making her weak. Everything she admired, his strength, focus, understanding, wrapped around her, and the relief was so great, she wanted to hold on to him and never lose the feeling he gave her.
    He rocked back and forth. The friction between their bodies rubbed her sex, and she pressed against him. Her body heated, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, accepting everything he gave.
    She locked her legs around his hips. Her insides clenched, throbbing, straining. She panted, reaching for more. He buried his face in her neck and whispered, “You want it harder?”
    “God, yes,” she said between breaths.
    He held himself above her and thrust inside of her. Pleasure sparked throughout her body, and she threw her arms out to the sides and clutched the blanket on the bed.
    Tony’s eyes never left her face, the absolute enjoyment in his gaze more powerful than anything he could do to her. With each plunge of his cock, her will to hold back let go, and she squirmed underneath him, giving him what he gave to her.
    An upward spiral that careened out of control, she arched off the mattress and wrapped her arms around his neck as she climaxed. Tony buried himself deep inside of her, groaning his release. Exhilarated, she ran her hand up into his hair and held him against her while her body trembled.
    “I knew it,” he whispered.
    She smiled against his shoulder. “Yeah. That was—”
    Shot blasts rocked the house. His body hardened and became a wall around her. She screamed as he rolled with her across the bed and onto the floor. Settled underneath him, she shook his shoulders, wanting to get up.
    “Wait,” he said.
    Each silent second seemed to last forever. Her heart thudded. She’d let her guard down.
    Tony pushed off the floor and stood. Two more shots came. She scrambled to her hands and knees, grabbing her clothes off the floor and wiggling into them without standing. He slipped his shorts on, then his shoes, and moved around the bed to the dresser.
    He took out a pistol, loaded the chamber, and