Thalia #2
He hisses, “Fuck, Thalia, slow down,” his fingers bunching my hair.
I pull out and look at him. “Am I hurting you?”
He frames my face in his hands and caresses my eyebrows with his thumbs. “You could never hurt me. You’re perfect.”
Warmth spreads through my body at his words.
I’ve never felt so comfortable having sex.
Smiling, I lower and take him again, my clit clenching when he pulses in my mouth.
I suck him harder and get into a rhythm.
He hits the back of my throat, bucking his hips up to meet me.
I’m ready for him to come in my mouth, but he bucks out of my mouth and pulls me up to him, kissing me strongly, our teeth and tongues clashing.
Then he flips me on my stomach and trails kisses on my back, all the way to my butt. I’m ready for him.
Wanting him to take me.
He runs his fingers between my legs and growls. “You’re drenched again, Thalia. Fuck.”
I wiggle my ass and look back at him over my shoulder. He’s on his knees, erect above me, stroking himself while looking at me, arousing me just by the sight of him. My breath catches and our eyes connect.
“Get on your knees and hold on to the headboard,” he orders while he steps off the bed.
Gone is gentle Lucas, and boy, do I like his evil twin.
He grabs a condom from the box in his pant pocket and sheaths himself, standing next to the bed, his eyes on me.
“Good girl,” he says when I’m where he told me.
On my knees, up and holding on to the headboard.
He gets behind me, his front to my back, my hands on the headboard. Cupping my waist with one muscular arm, he tilts my ass toward him and bothers my nipple with his free hand.
I moan. His dick beats against my entrance, and I writhe against him.
“You want this, don’t you,” he growls against my neck.
“God, yes, please, Lucas.”
“Good girl. So polite.” He thrusts inside me, and I scream.
He’s. So. Big.
He pulls back out, and I whine. “Lucas, what—”
He thrusts back in.
I moan.
He feels. So. Good.
He pulls halfway out, massaging my insides with shallow movements, then pushes back in slowly.
“Oh my god, Lucas. You feel so good.”
He growls. “That’s my girl.” He gets into a rhythm, short, tormenting strokes followed by a deep thrust. My back arches even more, my toes start tingling, and my head falls against the headboard. Stroke after stroke, he builds me up. “You like that, babe?”
My orgasm rolls out on a wail.
He pulls me away from the wall and onto him, pounding into me from behind, holding my limp body with his strong hands as he rides his own orgasm, clutching me tight against him.
Once he relaxes, he brings us down on the mattress, his massive body cupped around mine, his hand slowly stroking my arm.
I feel safe.
And for the first time in my sex life, I turn around in the arms of the man who’s given me so much already. I nestle in his embrace.
I cuddle.
And he cuddles back.
At some point, he must have taken care of the condom, because it’s gone. But he did it without leaving me. And he doesn’t leave the bed to clean up.
I sink deeper into his arms.
“What?” he asks in a sleepy voice.
“We smell like sweat and sex. I like it.”
I feel more than hear his chuckle. “Yeah. I like it too. Don’t want to clean it off yet.”
“No,” I sigh.
He holds me tighter against him. “Besides, you’re too comfy.”
I swing my leg across his hips. “Mmm.”
He’s getting hard again.
Mmm.
I’m a little sore. My lady parts aren’t accustomed to the lumberjack treatment they just received. They’re not complaining, though. In fact, they’re very much on board with what’s going on between Lucas’s legs.
I’m warm and tingling, and I rock my center against his hip to satisfy my need.
Lucas rubs his coarse chin against my hair, trails his hand down my sides, and gives my ass a squeeze. I lick his nipple in response. He reaches over to the condom box.
His kiss this time is deep and slow and tender.
His hands explore me, caressing my hair, massaging my shoulders.
His gaze never leaves mine as he sets me on my back, moves between my hips, and hitches my leg over his shoulder.
He enters me slowly and powerfully, stretching me carefully. “This okay?” he asks.
Is it okay to be treated like a queen, revered, cared for, pleasured?
“God, Lucas, you have no idea.” He smiles softly at this, his eyes deep into mine as he goes in and out of me, bringing me slowly to ecstasy once again, the unspoken feelings in his gaze just as powerful as his strokes.
When I start clenching around him, he cups my nape in his big hand, brings my forehead against his, and our breaths mingle, growing ragged.
I nibble his lower lip. I want more of him.
All of him. I’m totally wrapped around him, legs, arms, and core, and his name is on my lips in a soft wail as I explode and he falls apart inside me.
For a few beats we lie still, him slightly to my side so he doesn’t crush me with his weight. Our hearts are beating like mad, but our breaths are shallow now.
It’s as if we’re holding it in, wondering what just happened.
Nothing happened, Thalia. You just had great sex, and you’re going to have more of that. Just enjoy the moment.
I force a deep breath, my moment of uncertainty finally behind me. Nothing like a little self-pep talk.
His arms tighten around my chest as he buries his head in my neck and suckles on my tender skin, tickling me.
I giggle. “Are you trying to give me a hickey?”
He growls. “Maybe. I want to mark you, Thalia. Three months, remember?”
I laugh. “We’re not teenagers anymore, Lucas.” I laugh even harder when he dips back to my neck and sucks again.
Excerpt from
One Night in Emerald Creek
By Bella Rivers
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