Rescue Me

you.”
    “You’re welcome.” She kissed the side of his throat as her hands moved over his shoulders and chest. She said something he didn’t quite hear.
    “Pardon?”
    She pulled back and smiled. “Wanna beer?”
    Jesus. A blow and a beer. Most guys would consider that a dream come true, but Vince wasn’t most guys. There was something he liked better. He tugged her shirt over her head and lowered his mouth to hers. He liked oral sex. He liked a face full of cleavage, but it was just foreplay. Fun stuff leading up to the real deal.
    Vince liked intercourse. Any position. He liked the give and take. The hard thrust and the smooth finesses. He was an insertion guy. “No. I have something better than beer in mind.” He slid his hands to her bra clasp.
    Sadie pulled back and looked up into Vince’s green eyes, still drowsy with lust but fully alert. “Don’t you need some recovery time?” All the men she’d ever known needed recovery time.
    “No. I’m good to go.” He slid her bra straps down her arms, then tossed it aside. She’d raced home and changed her underwear. She didn’t have anything sexy, but she wanted to at least match. She’d thrown on a pair of white panties to match her white bra. He didn’t seem to notice and settled her bare breasts against his warm chest. “Do you need recovery time?”
    Her nipples tightened and he grabbed two handfuls of her behind. As if she weighed nothing, he lifted, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Hot, liquid lust pooled between her thighs. Had pooled between her thighs even before she’d pulled his impressive erection from his pants. “I’m good to go.”
    He moved with her through the entry into the dark living room and set her on her feet. He kissed her throat and finished undressing her. His big, warm hands touched her all over as his mouth sucked a soft patch of her throat. Like that night in the bride’s room, she felt herself going fast. This time, she pushed him away and toward her great-grandmother’s settee. “Condom.” She held out her hand.
    “You have a choice.” He put three in her palm. Red, green, or blue.
    “It’ll match your eyes,” she said, and chose the green.
    “You want my dick to match my eyes?”
    She tossed the other one on the sofa and watched him strip. “Call me fashionable.” He took off his boots and socks, and pushed his pants and underwear down his big, powerful thighs. There wasn’t an ounce of fat or inch of loose skin anywhere on his tan body. When he was completely naked, she pushed at his chest until he sat. It wasn’t the most romantic sex of her life, but she wasn’t interested in romance.
    “What’s the hurry?”
    She straddled his lap, and the plush head of his erection brushed her where she needed it most. A shiver worked every cell in her body, and she fought an urge not to go ahead and sit right down on his hot, naked penis. “You said you were good to go.” He certainly looked good to go.
    “I am.”
    “Then I want to go.” She ripped open the condom and together they rolled it down the long, thick shaft.
    He placed a hand on the side of her face and looked into her eyes as he shoved into her. It took a few thrusts and his voice was low and scratchy when he said, “Tight fit.”
    “Mmm.” Her head fell back and she grabbed on to his shoulders. Heat spun through her, starting at the intimate place where they touched.
    “You feel good up there.” Vince slid his hand from her breasts down her sides to her hips. “Look good, too.”
    “Yeah, Vince.” He lifted her, then pushed her back down. “That’s good.”
    “Not a waste of getting naked?”
    “No.” God, was he going to talk all night? Nothing ruined sex faster than conversation. Especially if a guy said something dumb and broke her concentration. And sometimes it took a lot of concentration so the events of the day didn’t pop into her head.
    She rocked her hips and created some fiery friction. He groaned deep in his throat and slid in and out. He was big and powerful and plunged deep. Apparently he wasn’t going to be one of those guys and she didn’t have to try and concentrate on what he did to her. She was in the moment. Consumed by it. The house could have caught fire, and she wouldn’t have noticed as she rode him like one of her daddy’s prized stallions. Racing, long and hard, over and over forever, until the second she tumbled headfirst into a fierce, torrid orgasm that scrambled her brain. It