“It’s just…” Her arms are back around my neck, her nose brushing against mine. “I really appreciate you taking some care. I was worried?—”
Fuck. Is she thanking me for basic decency? I cradle her head in my palms, kissing her mouth again. “You deserve care and tenderness, and a whole lot more, do you hear me, Sasha?”
“Thank you.” She nods, her cute little nose brushing mine again. “And I’m ready for whatever comes next.”
I have to be hurting her. If my cock is as big as me, her pussy is as small as her petite little frame would suggest.
But her eyes look clear, her features relaxing as she looks in my eyes.
“You sure, baby?” I kiss her again, watching for signs of pain or indecision.
“I’m sure.” Her features are resolute.
I slowly withdraw and push back in, my eyes closing as I do. She feels so good. So good.
Like nothing I’ve ever known, her body silk and lace as it wraps tightly around my cock.
A day spent dying to be inside her has made me so fucking ready to explode, I know I won’t last long.
She shifts her hips, inviting me deeper as she tilts her chin to kiss me again.
It’s sweet and so fucking generous that it makes me choke with some feeling that I can’t think about it, as I push back inside her, my balls tingling.
But I still keep it light, not punching into her with the force that I’m desperate to unleash.
Because we are doing this again. And again. I can’t scare her off now.
Though the desire I feel to protect her feelings, her body, is starting to scare the shit out of me.
Settling on a name for it helps. This is lust. And if I proceed with caution, I’ll get to exercise a lot of it.
I ignore this small voice, as her nose brushes mine again, that lust is not the only reason that I’m cradling her head in my hand, that I brush her nose back even as I push inside her.
That there is something deeper that I’ve never allowed myself to feel. Not even for my family.
But I shut the thoughts down, her hips lift to mine, an indication that she might actually be enjoying this.
It’s all the invitation I need to pick up the pace the slightest bit, my body drawing so tight, I think I might fucking break.
“Ryker,” she cries, her lips against mine. I can’t answer as I push into her one more time and then explode, the orgasm ripping through me with such force, that my entire body shudders.
Over and over, I push inside her, riding out every drop of pleasure.
I squeeze my eyes open and shut, trying to shake away the sudden haze. Most of the time, cumming is like taking out the trash. Once done, every thought is cleaner and sharper.
But not tonight.
I can’t think a single thought, all I can do is feel.
Sasha’s hands slide down my back, her nails lightly scratching over my skin. “That was…”
And then she pauses. My eyes pop open and I stare down at her. Because it feels like my whole world hangs on her next words.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Sasha
Ryker looks down at me,his face going from relaxed to hard in a second, his eyes growing dark. “What was it?”
