Chapter 12 #3
I pushed into her slowly, the bare heat closing around the head of my cock so tightly that my arms locked beside her.
A low growl tore from my chest as I worked deeper, controlling every inch while her nails dug into my shoulders and her mouth fell open on a breathless sound.
When a brief pinch tightened her expression, I stopped with my body straining over hers and cupped her cheek.
“Eyes on me,” I ordered, dragging my thumb over her cheek. “Breathe, pretty girl. I’ve got you.”
Tamsin held my gaze and pulled in a shaky breath. Her body gradually softened beneath mine, the tight grip around my shaft changing from resistance to slick, clinging heat. Her heels pressed into the backs of my thighs, urging me closer.
“More,” she whimpered.
That single word burned through the discipline that had been holding me back. I drew out and drove into her harder, making her body slide beneath mine and the headboard knock against the wall. Tamsin gasped and tightened her legs around me.
“You asked for it,” I warned, catching both her wrists and pinning them above her head. “Now take it.”
Her eyes went dark and dazed as I set a punishing rhythm.
Each thrust buried me deep, the wet grip of her body dragging along every inch of my cock before I drove back into her.
Her tits moved beneath me, nipples tight and flushed, while her cries filled the bedroom and fed the rougher part of me she had awakened.
“Good fucking girl.” I held her wrists tighter and watched pleasure strip away the last of her shyness. “Taking me so deep. You like me taking control while I fuck you?”
“Yes.” The answer dissolved into a moan when I drove harder.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“I like it.” Her cheeks burned, but she arched into the next thrust. “I love how strong you are.”
A growl ripped from me. I released her wrists, caught one thigh, and pushed it higher toward her chest, opening her until I could take her even deeper. Her fingers clawed across my back, her nails scoring the flesh while my hips struck hard between her legs.
“This pussy is mine,” I rasped against her mouth, circling her clit with my thumb. “Every time you get wet, every time you need this, you come to me.”
Tamsin’s blue eyes locked on mine. “Gavin.”
“That’s right. Say my name while I fuck this greedy pussy.”
I drove into her harder, working her clit with each thrust until her body tightened around me. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she met the force of every stroke instead of shrinking beneath it. The shy blush remained, but nothing about the way she took me was timid.
Her orgasm hit with a broken cry. Her pussy clamped around my cock, rippling hard enough to drag me over the edge with her. I buried myself deep and came with my face against her throat, my growl vibrating over the pulse pounding beneath her skin.
For several seconds, the room held only our rough breathing. Tamsin’s legs remained locked around me while her fingers moved weakly through the hair at my nape. I released the thigh I had held and cupped her face, kissing her slower without easing the possession in the hand at her jaw.
When I finally pulled away, she made a soft, protesting sound that stroked every instinct I had.
“Relax, pretty girl,” I murmured as I climbed from the bed.
I returned with a warm cloth while she tried to pull the sheet higher over her flushed body. Her eyes widened when she realized what I intended.
“I can do that,” she whispered, reaching for the cloth as another blush climbed across her cheeks.
“I know.” I caught her wrist and moved it aside. “But I’m gonna do it.”
Tamsin watched from beneath lowered lashes as I cleaned her with soft, unhurried strokes.
She was embarrassed enough to be adorable and pleased enough not to keep arguing.
I set the cloth aside, climbed back into bed, and drew her against my chest before pulling the covers over both of us.
My hand moved slowly down her back while the last tremors left her body, and she cuddled against me with one leg slipping between mine.
After several quiet minutes, Tamsin lifted her head and found me watching her. Her damp curls had dried in wild tangles, her lips remained swollen from my mouth, and satisfaction softened every delicate line of her face. The sight made my dick stir again despite the recent release.
“You’re staring,” she murmured.
“You’re in my bed looking thoroughly satisfied.”
Her cheeks warmed. “It’s my bed.”
I tightened my arm around her waist. “Even better.”
Tamsin giggled softly and hid part of her face against my chest, but I felt the smile she pressed into my skin.
Her breathing gradually deepened while one hand remained spread across my ribs.
I watched her settle against me, warm and loose from everything I had done to her, and thought about the clothes still waiting in my room at the clubhouse.
Tomorrow, she would wake up with me beside her again.
And every day after that. I closed my eyes with Tamsin held securely against me and slept more deeply in our bed than I had anywhere in years.