They moaned. Him with pleasure. Her with relief.
But she was too full. Too stretched. Too…preoccupied with how close the pleasure was to pain.
Either her face gave her away or he was so attuned to her that he knew. Because he grabbed her hips to lock himself tight inside her body.
“Just give it a second,” he rasped. “You’ll adjust.”
“Sam, I—”
“Shh.” He cupped her face with one hand. “Kiss me, Hannah. Just kiss me.”
Like always, she obeyed.
The feel of his chest hair abrading her straining nipples was deliciously erotic. And the skill of his lips and tongue had her forgetting her discomfort and focusing on the joy of his mouth.
By the time he put his hands back on her hips and flexed into her slightly, she realized he’d been right. Shehadadjusted. Grown wetter, softer. Her body accommodating his in a way that was as surprising as it was natural.
Pressing up with one hand on his chest and the other braced on the headboard, she began to move. Slowly at first. Tentatively.
She didn’t want that unpleasant feeling returning.
But after a few seconds, when all she felt was that wonderful slick slide of hardness inside welcoming softness, she quickened her pace. Lengthened her strokes. Strengthened the friction.
“Good,” he praised, his hands helping her hips swing back and forth. “That’s it, Hannah. Ride me.”
If she hadn’t already cum twice, she would’ve already careened over the edge. But her body was worn out from pleasure. Worn out and yet somehow still needing more.
Wanting more.
Cravingmore.
Greedy.That’s what she was. Absolutely insatiable for the man who allowed her to use his body for her own pleasure.
She was full of him, every single nerve ending touched by him. Her downstroke had him bumping into the end of her channel. Her upstroke had her clit grinding against his pubic bone.
It was heaven. It was hell because she just…couldn’t…quite…get—
“Sam!” she cried his name. “Help me, I—”
She needn’t say more. He knew what to do.
Pulling her down to his chest, he claimed her mouth at the same time he locked his hands hard into the creases where her thighs met her hips. He worked their bodies in opposite directions until the friction was brain-melting. Until the pressure of him inside her was toe-curling. Until she felt the telltale ache of her release coiling ever tighter.
“Look at me,” he demanded against her lips. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
She reluctantly pulled her mouth from his until they were nose-to-nose and she could see the lust that rode him as hard as she did.
He was close too. Her body giving him so much pleasure the skin over his cheeks had tightened. And it was clear by the muscle twitching under his left eye and the way his jaw had clamped down tight that the only thing he was waiting on was her.
Knowing that was all it took for the first wave of orgasm to roll through her.
“Fuck yes, Hannah!” he howled when he felt her walls close tight around him. Then he followed it up with a string of deliciously filthy words that succeeded in having another wave of pleasure crashing over her. Rolling under her. Catching her up in its ecstasy.
Once again, shewasher body. An instrument of elation. A thing of rapture.
And just when she thought she’d reached the peak and would begin sliding down the other side, she felt him explode inside her. Truly, he swelled to an impossible size and then bucked and pulsed as long, hot jets of ejaculate filled the condom.
His pleasure triggered more of her own. And for long moments they simply clung to one another as her orgasm milked him and his orgasm throbbed inside her.
