Chapter Fifteen #3
He rolled onto his side, his head balanced on his hand, and stared at her.
“Whatcha doing all the way over there?” As soon as the squeaky question escaped, she wanted to snatch it back. She’d been going for sex-kitten, but what had come out was meek-mouse. Talk about awkward.
“Just thinking about how incredible you are.” He traced a finger over her belly. Goosebumps chased themselves across her skin.
“Then why don’t you come over here and show me.” Shut up, shut up, shut up. Her already heated skin ratcheted up an additional thousand degrees. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. She was already pretty flushed from her orgasm.
One side of his gorgeous mouth quirked up. “So that’s how it is, huh? You bossing me around now?”
She gave him what she hoped was a come-hither stare.
He chuckled, the sound low and sexy, and rolled on top of her.
All her problems, her worries, her thoughts, blinked out of existence, like the sea at low tide. The feel of his skin against hers, his weight pressing down on her, was bliss.
Pure pleasure.
His lips crashed into hers. The kiss was deep and dirty and decadent. His tongue thrust into her mouth, slick and hot and wet. She wound her arms around his neck, kissed him back, just as hard, just as urgent.
He pulled away from her lips and balanced his forehead on hers. His breath came out in short pants. “Are you ready?” His voice was quiet, and there was more than a little desperation in the question. “Because I don’t know if I can wait anymore.”
“Oh, God, yes.” She tilted her hips up.
He reached between them and adjusted their position so his erection pressed against her entrance. Between the lube and her orgasm, everything was slick and hot. He pushed inside. This time, the first couple of inches slipped in easily. The fullness, much different than his fingers, made her gasp.
“You okay?” He stopped.
“Yes.” The word escaped on a breath. A whimper caught in the back of her throat. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He pressed further inside, his movement achingly slow. The feeling of fullness increased, making her tingle, but she wanted—no needed—more.
“Faster, Nick. More. I need more.”
With a grunt, he gave one final push, pressing himself fully inside her.
Everything below her bellybutton throbbed. She needed to do something to try and alleviate the… she didn’t know what exactly to call it. It wasn’t pain, or an ache, or anything like that. It was something different, something she’d never felt before.
Not knowing what else to do, she squeezed her inner muscles, trying to get whatever it was to stop, or start, or something.
“Oh, fuck.” His voice was strained, the words almost breathy. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” He pressed a kiss to one corner of her mouth. Then the other.
Good didn’t describe the feeling, didn’t do it justice, but she needed more. “You have to move.” Her voice was cracked around the edges. “I need you to move.” She rocked her hips, the friction sending a cascade of sparks through her whole body.
He pulled his hips back and then pressed into her in one smooth stroke. She gasped, arching her back and thrusting her hips up to push him deep. He groaned and gave her another long, hard stroke.
She ran her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms, needing to touch him. He grabbed her hands and interlocked their fingers, planting them on the bed next to her head. His thrusts turned harder. She lifted her legs and draped them around his hips, opening herself up to him even more.
He sank deeper on the next inward stroke. They both moaned.
“You’re so hot and wet and perfect.” His voice was hoarse. He kept his gaze locked with hers. It was intimate and intense. She couldn’t look away. “Your pussy was made for me.”
Her inner muscles clenched at the dirty words. It wasn’t something she was used to. She usually kept her language pretty clean. And dirty talk had never been something she and Kevin had ever tried. But she couldn’t deny her reaction to it. Some part of her liked it. Really, really liked it.
“You like that, do you?” He thrust into her hard. “You like it when I tell you what a pretty pussy you have? What a good girl you are, taking all of my cock like you are?”
She made a noise in the back of her throat that may have been an affirmation, and pushed her hips up to meet his on the next down stroke. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud in the quiet room.
“Harder,” she said, although it was really more of a gasp. “Oh, please, Nick, harder.”
He did as she asked, thrusting harder, pushing impossibly deep. She felt so full, so stretched. He was reaching and touching nerve endings that hadn’t ever been touched.
A tingle burst to life deep inside her, the start of another orgasm. Which was unbelievable. She’d already had two off the chart experiences tonight. She wasn’t sure her body could take another.
And then he stopped.
She squeezed his fingers. “No, no, no.” She shook her head. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“It’s okay.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I want to try something.” He pulled out of her and pushed himself onto his knees. She reached for him without thought, sitting up and running her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his arms.
“Here,” he said, easing her back down. “Lay on your side, just like that.” He positioned her so she was partly on her side and partly on her back, and lifted her top leg up and over his hip. In this position, she felt completely exposed. He straddled her bottom leg.
Grabbing the lube, he slicked a bunch more over his erection, making sure every inch was covered. Her mouth watered, the taste of him seared on her tongue. She couldn’t wait to have him in her mouth again. Soon.
He slipped his arm under her top leg, right at the knee. Leaning forward, he planted his left hand on the mattress. The position meant her top leg was bent back against her stomach. She was completely open to him. He slid inside her to the hilt with one smooth stroke.
She made a gurgling, almost choking sound in the back of her throat. He was deeper than before, rubbing and pressing against places she didn’t even know existed. She grabbed a hold of the comforter, mostly because she needed to hold onto something.
“Oh, wildcat,” he said on a moan. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight like this. It’s so fucking good.”
His words slid through her, making her tingle and ache and tighten. Her lower body throbbed. She squeezed the blankets harder. Her fingers ached, but she couldn’t let go. Wouldn’t let go. She opened her mouth. A sound that was almost a word escaped.
He leaned forward, over her, pressing deeper than before—she hadn’t thought that was possible—bending her thigh back further.
Every cell in her body felt like it was humming with electricity.
He held himself deep for a heart-stopping, breath-stealing second, and then moved his hips in a grinding, circular motion.
“Oh, fuck.” The curse slipped out of her as a wail.
“Yes.” He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers again. Pressed soft kisses to her upper arm and shoulder. “Say something dirty. Tell me how it feels. What you want. I know you want to.” He ground against her hard, hitting her clit. Her never endings lit up like sparks.
She gasped and met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, only a small sliver of blue around the edge. A trickle of sweat tracked down the side of his face. His jaw was tight, his lips pressed in a thin line. He was holding back, waiting for her.
She licked her lips. His gaze caught on the movement and he swallowed. Hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed. She wanted to sink her teeth into his skin, make him feel a modicum of what he was making her feel.
He ground his hips against her again. She opened her mouth. A small sob escaped. She was basically nothing but raw, scraped nerves. “Nick…” His name came out as a prayer.
“Come on, wildcat.” He rolled his hips in the opposite direction. Her entire body shook. “I know you want to say it. I can see it written all over your beautiful face. Tell me what you want.”
She shifted her hips, chasing the friction she craved. “I love your co… cock.” The words were breathy, a little shaky, but they felt empowering, too. She should be able to ask for what she wanted. “And I want you to fu… fuck me, hard and fast.”
“Yes, wildcat,” he said. “Yes.” He shifted slightly, pulling himself almost all of the way out of her. She whimpered. He locked his gaze with hers, held himself still. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Once, twice, three times.
He slammed his hips forward.
She cried out, squeezing his fingers tight. He grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand, pounding into her again and again. His tight hold was exhilarating. She grabbed his muscular thigh with her free hand, digging her short nails into his skin.
He pushed deep and rolled his hips in a breath stealing rhythm before pulling back and then driving forward. Every inch, every time. The fullness and pressure inside her felt like a balloon that was slowly being inflated. Her entire body tingled.
His thigh muscles tensed. He grunted. Changed his movements to short, hard strokes. Each thrust would have sent her skittering up the bed, but his tight grip on the back of her neck kept her in place. Each slam of his hips sang in her soul.
“Rub your clit,” he said, the words pushed out between his clenched teeth. “Make yourself come.”
He slid their combined hands down between her thighs. They were a tangle of limbs, and slick, sweaty skin. He guided her fingers to her clit. It was swollen and achy, wet and slippery. He pressed on her fingers, urging them into a circular motion.
She groaned and rubbed harder than she probably should, but it felt too good to stop.
Electricity sparked underneath her fingertips, shooting across her skin.
She slipped her fingers lower to where they were joined.
Where his cock stretched her, slid into her with every hard thrust. It was so incredibly hot.