Hellraiser (Erotic Romance - Romantic Comedy) by Kelly Wallace

again, but Sam turned him on like no other. Bucking his hips so he entered her deeply each time she moved down on him, he moaned as she reached back and played with his balls. He always loved his balls to be massaged, tickled and sucked. Sam seemed to know his every preference.
    She leaned back with her palms flat on the mattress and Zach grabbed hold of the headboard, pushing his hips upward, watching, enthralled, as her breasts bounced with his every thrust. He reached forward with one hand while still holding onto the headboard with the other. Taking his thumb he pressed it against her clit, rubbing circles over it, sliding across it.
    Her thick thighs worked as she rode him harder than a cowgirl in a rodeo. Her breathing was heavy, some of her hair stuck to her damp neck and tendrils lay plastered to her temples. Zach thought she never looked sexier. Caught up in the throes of passion, oblivious to good etiquette and ladylike manners, she begged him to fuck her and fuck her hard.
    Sitting up, Zach pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his face buried between her pillow-like breasts. He sucked hard on the area between them, knowing she’d have a hickey the size of the Mojave, though didn’t care. Her clothes would cover it up. He held her waist tight as she bounced up and down, her ass slamming against his balls with each descent.
    She bit his earlobe and he cried out with pain and pleasure both. Sam laughed and whispered something, but it all sounded like gibberish to him at the moment.
    He then felt an arrow of guilt stab him and he murmured, “Babe, I’m riding bareback.” Since when had he been so reckless? The thought of grabbing a condom hadn’t occurred to him until now. He couldn’t help it, she got him good and worked up.
    She continued to move on his lap, pulling at his hair until he lifted his face to her. “I’m on the Pill. I started them a couple of days after you moved in.” She grinned then and kissed the taste right out of his mouth, sucking on his tongue so hard he thought she’d rip it out. Goddammit, he fucking loved the sensations. When had he ever felt this alive?
    As his balls contracted and electricity gathered at the base of his cock, he held on long enough to reach between their slick bodies and rub his thumb over her clit again. He wanted--no, he needed to feel her come with him. It was as if every adolescent fantasy he’d conjured up over the years was being acted out in this single session of lovemaking.
    Sam ground her hips against him, moving in sweet, sumptuous circles as he moaned against he neck. He felt her fingers digging into his shoulders as her ass moved back and forth. She looked at him for a second, a sly smile on her face as she said, “Are you ready?”
    Zach only nodded like a mute idiot, rubbing her clit faster in rhythm with her undulating hips. As she started to crest, she grabbed him by the ears and raised his face to her, giving him an openmouthed kiss that swallowed his savage cry of release. She wasn’t far behind as she whimpered into his mouth, calling out his name as she came.
    They held each other tight as the pendulum of ecstasy continued to sweep over them. Finally, Zach gasped, needing some air in his deprived lungs. How long had he been holding his breath? He laid back on the bed, bringing Sam on top, then turned slightly so she was nestled against him. She breathed out and her warm breath felt cool over his heated flesh.
    For a second fear set in and he had an overwhelming urge to get up and leave the room. Sam must have felt his moment of trepidation because she placed a hand over his chest. He was certain she could feel the wild tattoo of his heart. He wondered if his feelings had more to do with fear of intimacy or outright terror as he felt the seeds of something deeper taking root.
    “Stay. Please?” She gave a wobbly smile and he saw her eyes fill up. A million questions ran through his mind. How did she feel? Was she