It was wild. It was heated. It was energetic. There was a lot of rolling, groping, tongues, teeth, fingers, moans, groans, whimpers, sighs, and gasps as he took, I took, he gave, and I gave.

And it was when I was giving, crouched low between his cocked legs, my mouth taking him deep when he knifed up. His hands came under my armpits, and he hauled me up his body between his legs at the same time he rolled me to my back. I wound my arms around his shoulders as I opened my legs and his hips fell through.

His eyes locked with mine the second before he thrust deep.

My neck arched, my arms spasmed around him, and I lifted my knees to press my thighs tight to his sides.

“Tess, mouth,” he growled.

My neck righted and his mouth was on mine, his tongue in my mouth as he rode me deep. God, so deep. Hard, God, so hard. And sweet, God, God, so unbelievably sweet.

It built, it was fast, it was hot, and it was going to be incredibly good.

Before it swept over me, I tore my mouth from his, shoved my face in his neck, and moaned, “Brock.”

“Oh yeah, baby, fuck yeah,” he grunted, thrusting deep, I drew in a sharp breath and came hard.

Then I came down, my head dropping back to the pillows, and I had the opportunity to watch his face as I felt him move inside me and I saw, clear as day, Brock Lucas liked right where he was.

A lot.

A whole lot.

He had an arm around my waist, grinding me down, his weight in his other forearm in the bed. I wrapped my legs around him, tilting my hips up for him, and this made him growl deep from his chest. His eyes locked with mine. I kept one arm tight around his shoulders and my other hand went to his face, thumb sweeping his cheek then his lips.

He buried that face in my neck, groaned, “Tess,” and planted himself to the root on another groan as he came.

I slid my hand from his face into his hair, tipped my head so my face was in his neck, and I pressed my lips against his heated skin, feeling the tickle of the long hairs that curled there.

Then I closed my eyes and took him in with three senses, smelling his skin, feeling him all around and buried inside me, and listening to his heavy breaths.

He gave me his weight for approximately two seconds before he gathered me in both his arms, miraculously got up to his knees, taking me with him, still connected, and, keeping our bodies linked, he twisted, falling to his hip and dropping to his back with me on top.

Nice.

“Nice,” I whispered into his neck.