Chapter 33 #2
I barked out a laugh. “Starfishing is a term small-pricked men use to pass off their partner’s dissatisfaction as laziness.
” I lowered my hips, dragging the head of my cock over her entrance.
“Cameron didn’t know what a gift he had in you.
In this sweet little cunt.” My head bumped her clit, and we both gasped.
My eyes squeezed shut. “I’ll fuck you for as long as you let me, in every position we can think of.
You on top, me on top. I want you tied to my bed, me tied to the bed.
I think I’d like to watch you starfish. And sometimes, like right now, I’m going to really fucking enjoy watching you take it.
” I grinned when her nostrils flared. “Knowing you’re so limp from the pleasure I gave you.
That’s enough power to drive a man mad.” I kissed her sweetly, my resolve almost breaking at the barest graze of her tongue.
“Just like last time, you’re going to tell me what worries you have so I can put it right. Give you what you need.”
She stared at me.
“Promise?” I urged.
“Promise,” she croaked, and I rolled my hips again.
She reached between us, drawing her thumb over the swollen head of my cock.
“What do you need?” I choked the words into her neck.
“You, inside me.”
I nodded frantically, nearing the end of my tether.
“And eye contact. I want your eyes on me.”
“They always are.” I couldn’t wait another second.
Holding on to her thigh, I slicked my head through her wetness one more time, then notched inside.
Pushed in an inch. “Fuck.” Neck straining, I paused.
Pushed in a little further. “This is the privilege of my fucking life, Isla.” I pushed a little more, hissing then shaking my head at the resistance.
“It should be illegal . . . how good you feel. So fucking tight.” I was shaking, muscles shredding with the effort to hold myself still.
I couldn’t kiss her in this position. I was too tall, our bodies not fully joined. I dug my hand into her hair, tipping her head back to look at me.
Her mouth opened and closed around a moan, lifting her hips to take more. “Alistair. I want—”
“I know you do . . . just, fuck, let me take this slow. Just. Fuck. Give me a moment. Just a moment.” The cord inside me was unravelling too quickly.
I could feel the veins in my neck bulging.
Jaw thrumming with the tension of holding back as I fucked her with tiny thrusts, unable to go deeper than a few inches.
“It’s not going to work.”
“Yes, it will.” My grip turned desperate, like she might disappear. If anything was going to work between us, it was this.
“I’m too – you’re too big.”
“You can take me.” I dropped onto one elbow, glancing at where our bodies joined. Memorising it. “You already are.”
“We’re going to have sex like this?” Her words stretched into a moan as I took her another inch.
“Already the best fuck of my life before I got inside you, honey. Anything else is a bonus.” I pushed her thigh higher, opening her as far as she could possibly go, then thumbed her clit, spreading the wetness onto the root of my cock.
If I didn’t already know she was made for me, I sure as shit did now. Three circles and she was coming, moaning my name to the ceiling as she squeezed around me in aching pulls so tight I swear I saw stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I don’t know how it happened. One second, she was so tight, I’d swear she was about to expel my cock from her body. By the time she was shaking with aftershocks, I’d slid in to the hilt, and was panting into the mattress above her head.
“Did you come?” she panted into my chest.
“No.” I laughed raggedly. “By some miracle. I swear, I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
Our torsos were fully pressed together, sweat sticking us to each other every time we breathed.
“Will you fuck me for real now?”
“Will you fuck me for real now, she says. Aye, I’ll fuck you for real. If you don’t kill me first.” Drawing back onto my knees, I lifted her limp body to my chest, inching us up the bed toward the metal headboard and laying her head on the pillows. “Hold on.”
She complied, hands clinging to the bedposts while I hooked her legs over my arms. The movement arched her back, displaying her curves for me in a way that likely terrified her. But my girl only looked at me with heated eyes.
Sexiest fucking woman alive.
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
She nodded. “I trust you.”
With her body at least, if not with her heart. I was desperate enough to take whatever I could get.
“So beautiful,” I reminded her, brushing a hand up between her breasts to lay over her racing heart.
And then I fucked her.
Completely and without hesitation. Every thrust hard.
A punishing pace that had the headboard slamming into the shared wall.
Her body taking mine with wet sounds I’d remember until the day I died.
Slick skin slapped with every roll of her hips.
And god, could she roll her hips. It felt like dancing.
I fought to keep my eyes from closing, to keep the connection she needed, until I thought I might pop a vessel from the effort. And the entire time, I barked words I might regret later. Words that revealed too much. Fuck. Look how well you take me. Yes, yes, yes, Isla. Fucking made for me.
Midway through, I tried to pause, our chests thundering with shallow breaths. “Need to slow down, don’t want to come yet,” I slurred, my hips still bucking. A pendulum that couldn’t be stopped. The bed groaned beneath us. “Can you take me a little longer . . . just for a few more minutes?”
There was no word in existence to describe what this was. What I was feeling. Mind-melting bliss. I’d be chasing this high for the rest of my life. Would come crawling to her door for another taste of it.
It couldn’t be over yet. It just couldn’t.
“I can take it,” she promised, letting go of the headboard, one hand clawing into the back of my hair, the other palming my arse until her short nails dug in.
Releasing her legs, I fell over her, so we were breathlessly chest to chest, locking her thighs around my hips. “How close are you?” I asked.
“So close.” Eyes wide with awe, she said it like I’d performed a magic trick. Pulled a live bunny from a hat and rearranged everything she thought she knew about the universe. “I think I can . . .” Her fingers scrambled against my ribs. “If you just speed up a little. Fuck me hard again.”
Fuck me hard again.
She was killing me.
My cock throbbed, desperate for it. “I . . . can’t,” I rasped against her skin.
“Please.”
I’d always give her what she wanted.
Angling my hips, I moved hard and slow, drawing it out. Every thrust making her tits shake. Shifting us further up the bed. Spurred on by her eager cries.
Neither of us lasted longer than another minute. It was like trying to hold back an avalanche. Tensing at the same time, we both came with long shudders.
This time, she barely made a sound. Teeth clamped on her lip, gorgeous eyes wide. I collapsed, groaning her name into her neck, hoping it was enough to make her understand what a miracle she was.
Isla Lang. Love of my fucking life.
Now I had to find a way to make it right. Find a way to keep her.