Meeting each thrust with my hips, my nails slide down his back. The pressure in my core is already building again. I’ve never had two orgasms during sex before, but I’m so close I rock into him harder.
“Oh, God!”
Looping my arms around his shoulders, I press my mouth against his shoulder as I come again, muffling my moan. Hekeeps pumping into me hard through my orgasm, but when I loosen my grip on him, he pulls out.
I’m confused as I watch him push up onto his heels. His eyes are heavy with lust, and he grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. I yelp and fist the bedspread as he pulls my hips up in the air.
His body folds over mine, and he pushes into me from behind, the angle letting him go even deeper. “Oh, fuck.” I whisper into the bedding.
He kisses my shoulder before his lips are next to my ear. “Hold on, sugar, I’m gonna fuck you hard until you come again on my cock and then I’m gonna fill you up.”
Holy hell. His dirty talk just pushed my arousal back up to twenty on a scale of one to ten.
One hand settles on my lower back, pressing me into the bedding, and the other grabs my hip as he thrusts into me, hitting places I don’t think have been touched before. His hand is so firm on my back that I can’t move, all I can do is take what he gives.
His fingers on my hip are digging into my skin, claiming me, using me for his pleasure, and it turns me on even more. I want him to. My knuckles are white as I grip the covers, turning my face into the bedding. I think I’m going to come again.
“Tuck.” I moan, the word muffled.
He folds himself over me again, his breath hot on my neck. When he reaches around me and his finger presses on my clit, I breathe another muffled moan.
“That’s right, sugar, come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me again before I come inside you.”
His words as he swirls his finger over my clit send me into another body-shaking orgasm, and I squeeze him as I fall over the edge. He pushes himself back up and pumps into me even harder. A long, low growl rattles his chest as he pushes throughmy orgasm before letting himself go. I feel his warmth spread inside me, and my body slumps like putty.
Sliding his hands up my sides, he presses his chest to my back, and that’s when I realize he’s still hard inside me.
“Don’t get too comfortable, sugar, I’m not done with you yet.”
A small smile tugs at my lips.
29
TUCKER
AS Iwake up, I notice two things: the light in the room is different and I’m really hot. When I open my eyes, I realize Nora is draped over me, her beautiful naked body half on mine, her head on my chest and her leg tucked between mine.
Taking a deep breath, I keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in here. The last thing I would ever want is to hurt her if I have a nightmare. The last time I took her in the middle of the night, we fell into a sweaty heap on the bed, and I had every intention of slipping back to my room, but I fell asleep while waiting for her to fall asleep.
I didn’t dream at all. In fact, it was the best night’s sleep I’ve gotten in a long fucking time. I’m not sure if it was because of exhaustion or her.
Once I had her, I couldn’t get enough, especially without a fucking condom. I haven’t been bareback in a woman since I was in high school, and the scare that came from that was enough to ensure I always wrapped it up.
Her red hair is splayed across the bed behind her, and her body from the waist up is exposed; her soft, creamy skin glows in the morning sun. I don’t even know how this happened. I love her so much it hurts, and I’m ready to take on the world to protect her. She’s it for me.
Her fingers on my chest twitch, and she turns her face into me, her straight, freckle-covered nose is cold against my skin. A tiny moan leaves her lips, and my morning wood turns into a raging hard-on. I can’t get enough of her. I want to claim her as mine, if I could tie her to the bed and have my way with her all goddamn day, I would.
Her eyes flutter open, and I watch her fully wake up and realize where she is. When a small smile forms on her lips, relief fills my chest. In the past, I couldn’t tell you how many times I woke up in a bed I wished I weren’t in the next morning, and I was holding my breath hoping I didn’t see the look of regret and panic on her face.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I lift my arm from her back, where my hand was resting on her hip, and pull her hair off her cheek.
She lifts her head and sets her chin on her hand over my heart. “Morning.”
Uncertainty, like the feeling I just had, crosses her eyes, and I quickly reassure her. “Did you sleep as well as I did?”
Her smile grows. “Dead to the world.”
I want to flip her over and sink into her so bad, but she’s probably sore and I’m not a fucking Neanderthal. Tapping the tip of her nose with my finger, I smile back. “That was probably the best night I’ve ever had.”
