“There, I—” She looked at him with concern. “Are you okay?”
“I’m about to be.” He pressed her back down to the bed.
Her giggling stopped when he settled himself between her legs. She draped her arms lazily over his shoulders, and he pressed his open mouth to the side of her neck and dragged his lips up to nip at her chin.
He reached down and inserted just the tip of his dick at her opening. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he resisted the carnal urge to plunge into her in one long stroke, but he would just as soon cut off his arm than hurt her. Instead, he took his time and entered her an inch at a time.
“Boone.” She practically growled his name and reached around to flatten her hand over his butt cheeks in an effort to spur him on.
“I’m trying to be careful with you.” His feelings for her grew with each day, and she had become so precious to him.
“Well … stop it.” Apparently, his girl was more than ready for him. “I won’t break, and I swear, if you don’t stop teasing me—”
He cut her off by plunging into her in one long, smooth stroke until he was fully inside her with only the slightest bit of resistance.
Her head tilted back, and she sucked in a harsh breath between her teeth.
“Holy fuck.” Boone let loose a long, drawn-out groan from the feel of her tightening around him. He levered up on his hands. “Are you okay?”
He held himself still and searched her face for any sign of distress or discomfort, hating himself for causing her any measure of pain, yet loving the fuck out of being inside her.
“I am so okay, and it only hurt for a second.” With a sexy smile, she reached up and placed her hand on the side of his face. “And I would reallyreallylike you to start moving now, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Boone slid his dick out just short of all the way and dove right back in again. His hips pinged in and out, keeping things slow and easy, letting her get used to him.
Luna had other ideas.
“Faster, Boone.” She held the back of his head and sat up to take his mouth in a hungry kiss, then she dropped back down to the bed. “Faster.”
Her breathy plea unleashed the beast he’d been holding at bay. He pulled out of her and drove himself back home again.
“More,” she cried out.
He did his best to meet her demands.
Over and over, faster and faster, she matched him stroke for stroke, letting herself take what she wanted—all inhibitions cast aside.
Her mouth gaped open as her internal walls tightened and a rush of slickness coated his dick.
“Boone!” She shouted his name and her nails dug into his shoulder when a powerful orgasm crashed through her. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
No way in hell was he going to stop.
Every small ripple and muscle spasm within her spurred him on, closer and closer, faster and faster. He pumped into her until a spark shot down his spine. He threw his head back and ground out her name as he was hit by his own blinding orgasm that held him in its explosive grip for what seemed like days.
When he finally came to his senses, his face was buried against her neck and she was running her fingers through his hair. She kissed his shoulder, and he pressed up to rest on his forearms.
“You’re amazing.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.” She pulled him down for a slow, sexy kiss.
He speared his tongue between her lips and slid it along hers. Luna’s arms wrapped around him, and she trailed her finger lazily up his back as she angled her head to deepen the kiss.
Boone drew his mouth from hers, rolled to lay beside her, and pulled her close. She nestled into the crook of his arm and draped her arm across his abs.
He turned his face to her and rested his lips against her forehead.
No words were spoken. None were necessary.
