I Heard You, Baby

7

She was going to kill him. There was no way in hell Letticia was going to tell the cocky Marine a damn thing. She let her fingers do the walking, unbuckling his belt practically ripping open the closure of his camouflage pants. She was on her way to digging for the gold when the irritating man moved his lower half back out of her reach.

"Nope, shirt first," he stated – well, basically demanded, mulishly.

Yep, he had to die, right after she got satisfaction. As tempted as she was to just tear the shirt open, she was well aware he still had to walk out of her office and past several of her coworkers. She yanked just a tad as she unbuttoned from the bottom up.

My, but he had a very nice carved chest. And of course he wouldn't be wearing the t-shirt underneath, as was regulation. Nothing stood in the way of her hands and the chiseled plains of flawless pecs, washboard abs, and all with the lightest sprinkling of hair. Very nice indeed.

"I love the feel of your hands against my skin" Ross murmured without taking his mouth off her chest.

She could feel the rumble his deep voice made underneath her fingers. Ross Woodcock was really too sexy for his own good. She would be doing womankind everywhere a favor if she killed him. He was too tempting by half.

Instead of answering him, she concentrated on dipping her hand into his open pants. She found what she was looking for immediately, and oh my God, he didn't think he was going to put all of that in her did he?

"Ross?" There was a tentative crack in her voice, she just couldn't stop it from shaking.

"Hummm?"

"You can't – I mean it won't "

Ross lifted his head, his eyes blazing down at her. "Take it out."

Gulping down the fear and trepidation, she carefully extracted the hard weapon in her hand from his pants, her eyes growing round as saucers at what she saw. Holy shit, that was a porn dick! All red and purple, angry looking and swollen. That thing was damn near as thick as her wrist!

"Seriously Ross, I don't think..."

Suddenly her hands were pinned with one strong hand behind her back, the thick mushroom head of his cock tracing the outline of her quim. He wasn't trying to push inside her, only rubbing against her swollen clit, coating the head against her still dripping core.

"I'll stop if you want me to," he whispered, looking deeply into her eyes. "Make very, very sure you want me to stop."

That was the last thing she wanted! As scared as she was at the sheer size of the man, she wanted him badly. She had wanted him since first laying eyes on him. Instead of saying it, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

"No, baby," Ross stopped the momentum forward with little effort. Damn him! "You are gonna have to say it."

How did she know he would say that?

"I want you to put your cock so deep inside my pussy I feel you in my throat," Letticia threw back at him, never one to back down from a challenge.

The lopsided grin gave her pause. Maybe she shouldn't have said it quite like that. Not that Ross was giving her time to back out. He slid forward slowly, careful not to hurt her. Her muscles burned a little as she stretched, opening for him. As much as she appreciated the effort, she was way too far gone for niceties. Bracing herself on her elbows she lifted her hips then slammed them down on every inch of his impossibly big shaft.

Time seemed to freeze as neither one of them moved, or even breathed. Oh, God, she was so full; he was taking every inch of space inside her. She could feel him throbbing inside her; she could feel the strain in his arms as he held himself perfectly still. Beads of sweat popped up on his brow, his jaw clenched so tight he had a tic. It was one of the sexiest things Letticia had ever seen.

"You have to fuck me," she panted, moving slightly to test his girth. The friction, minor as it was, were beyond delicious! "Oh, damn Ross, please, I need you to move!"

And he did. At the sped of sap leaking from a tree, he glided his hips out, then thrust back in so fast Letticia was forced to swallow her gasp. It felt so devilishly good, she was soon moving with him, rolling her hips in a butterfly motion.

"Shit, baby, you are so fucking tight!" Ross grunted, his movements increasing.

His hand let go of hers as he cupped her ass, pulling her close so he could sink even deeper. Every single thrust stroked her g-spot, sending sharp shards of ecstasy everywhere there were nerve endings.

"Yes, yes, fuck me," Letticia unashamedly sobbed. "Oh, God, Ross, it feels so good."

He was gaining steam, his mouth crushing hers as they strained, thumped, shoved themselves together. Every withdrawal was met with a frantic surge to bring them back together again. Letticia could feel her skin burning so hot surely it was going to catch on fire. The tension in her core was almost unbearable. Her nails did indeed bury themselves into the skin underneath his shirt. She bit at his lips, sucked on his tongue as if it were his shaft, anything to pull him ever closer.

"Come for me, Letti, baby," he harshly groaned, pistoning inside her frantically. He must have sensed she was close. She felt as if she was flying too high, too fast but was helpless to stop. "Now, baby! Come all over my cock now! Make it yours!"

She had to bite his chest to smother her scream as she detonated, crashing hard into an orgasm of volcanic proportions.