It could beveryhot to take him in her palm, wrap her fingersall the way around him,and stroke lazily until the pleasure overtook him and he spent himself.
Some of what she was thinking must’ve been written across her face. A low, strangled groan shuddered from him. “Stop your teasin’, wench.”
“Wench, is it?” She cocked an eyebrow. “Next you’ll be sporting an eye patch and jonesing for rum.”
“The only thing I’m jonesin’ for right now is you.”
He hissed when he slid the condom down his length. She couldn’t tell if it was an expression of pleasure or pain. He was so huge and swollen, she figured it might be both.
Once he was fully covered, he gently pressed her back into the pillow. Supporting himself with his hands, he hovered above her and the silver piece-of-eight—a seventeenth-century Spanish coin—that he wore on a chain around his neck, dangled in her face.
She thought he would push into her. And she was so ready, she wouldn’t have minded if he’d done it in one hard, forceful jab. But instead, he traced her face with his fingertip. Her eyebrows. Her cheekbones. Her nose. Her lips.
The way he touched her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. He wasn’t impatient like some or rough like others. And this was despite being gripped by what she knew was a desperate sort of need, a greedy sort of want—she knew because she was seized by those same feelings. But no. He was sweet. Soft.Reverentalmost.
He touched her as if she was the most luxurious, most delicate treasure in all the world. And every time his callused fingertips brushed over some new inch of her skin, she felt a moment of relief. It was like finally,finallyhe’d claimed that part of her too.
“You ready, Island Girl?”
“Yes. Please.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw. And then he took himself in hand.
Ducking her chin, she watched as he positioned his plump head at her entrance. With a subtle flex of his hips, he pushed inside her. Just the smallest amount. Just the barest kiss of his glans stretching her opening. But it felt amazing.
Her breath hissed from her as she let her head fall back against the pillow.
His chin was angled down, watching their union just as she had been doing. But suddenly, he looked her straight in the eyes. “This’ll be a snug fit at first,” he warned. “Try to relax.”
Some men might’ve said the words simply to hear them. To make themselves feel powerful and virile.
Wolf said them because it was true.
“I’ll go slow,” he added. “And if you want me to stop at any point, just say the word.”
Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, she pulled him close so she could whisper against his mouth, “Shut up and make love to me, Wolf.”
He didn’t have to say the words. They were there in his eyes.Your wish is my command.
She felt his muscles quiver beneath her fingertips. Felt what his restraint had cost him. And then he let loose a little of that iron control and thrust into her.
Sweet Jesus!He was thick and meaty. Having to work at it. Coaxing her body into accepting his own with short, powerful strokes. Stretching her to her limits.
He owned each new inch of her straining flesh as he took it. Smoothed out every wrinkle. Abraded each screaming nerve ending.
And still it wasn’t enough to seat him fully.
Making a sound of impatience, she drew her knees high against his sides. And with the next thrust, she could feel his swollen head smash against the entrance to her womb. Could feel his testicles resting warm and weighty against the curve of her ass.
They both sighed, and for who knows how long—she’d lost all sense of time—he held himself still inside her. Reveling in the joining.
“Y’okay, darlin’?” He spoke slowly, as if he had to concentrate to form words.
“Okay?” she whispered, pulling him down again so she could taste his delicious lips. “Wolf, you feel so good in me. Better than I ever imagined.”
“You’re so hot around me. So soft and tight. Nothin’ has ever felt this good. Nothin’ ever will.” She felt his mouth curve into a smile. “Well, except for maybe this.”
He pulled out a bare inch before thrusting back home. Hissing encouragement, she hooked her ankles together at the small of his back. Wanting to hold him inside her at the same time she wanted him tomove.
