20. Chapter 20 Bree
Chapter 20: Bree
O h.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
This is what sex is supposed to feel like.
Not fumbling, awkward hands. Not discomfort or a quiet voice in the back of my mind telling me to suck in my stomach or hide my thighs .
This—Scott—is what it’s meant to be.
His cock nudges at my entrance, the thick head stretching me slowly as he pushes in. I’m so wet, so ready, but still, my body has to adjust to him. He’s big, and his every inch is filling me, claiming me.
The slight burn as he stretches me only makes it better, and makes me feel it more. Like I’m taking all of him, but also giving him all of me.
I draw in shallow, unsteady breaths as he sinks deeper, his face tight with restraint, and his muscles trembling from holding back.
“Jesus, sweetheart… you’re so tight,” he hisses out.
I can’t speak. I can only feel the pressure, the fullness, and the delicious friction as he slowly rocks his hips forward until he’s buried to the hilt. His pelvis presses against mine, his body covering me, and it’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
He doesn’t move right away. He holds himself over me, breathing hard, letting me adjust. His eyes search mine.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice rough, strained.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah… more than okay.”
His gaze softens for a second, but then he grips my hips, and all that tenderness twists into something darker, almost something possessive.
And then he starts to move.
Slow at first, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, making me feel every inch of him. My body clings to his, as my hips arch to meet each thrust.
Each time he sinks inside me, I feel it everywhere. My toes curl, heat coils in my belly, and my nipples tighten as his chest brushes against mine. I cling to his broad shoulders, and I give it all willingly.
He moves faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. The headboard thumps against the wall, but I don’t care. All I care about is him. His body, his mouth, and his voice in my ear.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. “This body? It’s mine. You understand me?”
“Yes… yes,” I gasp, nails digging into his back.
He shifts slightly, angling his hips, and I cry out as he hits something deep inside me that sends pleasure shooting through my entire body.
“Right there?” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction.
“Yes… God, yes.”
He gives me everything, holding nothing back. Each thrust driving me higher and higher until I’m trembling beneath him, my thighs quivering, my breath ragged as I cling onto him with everything have.
“I want to feel you come on me, Bree,” he says. “Let me feel you.”
My body obeys as it clenches around him as my orgasm crashes over me. I cry out his name, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure pulse through me.
He follows with a low groan, his hips jerking as he thrusts deep one last time. I feel him pulse inside me, his release warm and I know I am going to ask him if we can go skin on skin next time. He stays there, buried deep in me still, breathing heavily against my neck, out bodies tangled together, slick with sweat.
I smile, still catching my breath. “I hope that is only round one?”
He kisses my shoulder, his voice low and possessive. “Sweetheart, I’m not letting you out of this bed for a long time.”
“In that case, can we not use a condom next time? I’m on the pill.” I ask as he rolls next to me.
I hear a low groan, “Christ Bree, way to make me rock hard again.”
I smile as I lean over him. “Is that a yes?”
He flips me so I staddle him, “no honey, that’s a hell yes.” And then he proceeds to drown out any other thoughts with his mouth.
Again.