And then I groaned again. I’d tried to wrap my legs around him, but my feet were still trapped by my shoes and trousers.
“Dammit, Mark—”
“Consider this your punishment.”
“Oooh. Kinky.”
“Bastard.” He nipped my chin. “I nearly pissed myself when Spike told me you faced down a gun with a shoe.”
“I didn’t—” I lost my train of thought as he began driving into me. I’d missed this. Phone sex was all well and good, but it couldn’t compare to the real thing.
He twined his fingers in mine and kept my hands above my head.
“God, Mark…”
He thrust into me, deep and hard, whispering hot words in my ear that I could barely distinguish for the fog of lust that engulfed me. The feel of his abdomen dragging over my cock drove me wild, and I rocked up against him, needing more of that abrasive sensation. I couldn’t help whining, because it wasn’t enough.
And then it was too much. In spite of the fact that we’d been having phone sex almost every night, I felt my balls tighten.