It was heaven to feel her nipples scraping through his chest hair. It was nirvana to feel her hips cradling his own. But it was something too huge and too powerful to name to feel her wet, greedy entrance sucking at the head of his dick when he guided himself into her.
They both gasped at that initial touch. That first inch.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered against her lips, feeling a drop of sweat bead on his forehead. “So fucking tight,” he added when he nudged his hips forward and embedded himself another inch.
She caught his tongue between her teeth. Not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough to issue a warning.
Received loud and clear,he thought as he stopped his advance.
He’d been in enough foxholes and locker rooms to know he wasn’t your average joe. And she was swollen and achy from her last orgasm. He needed to go slow, coax her body into accepting him.
He carefully pressed forward, ever so slightly, ever so slowly. It was heaven to feel her walls flutter around him. It was hell having to hold back when his body and every animal instinct he possessed urged him to thrust and rut and fuck.
He watched her face as he continued his slow assault, his vision dimming around the edges and coalescing into pleasure when he saw her concentration melt into bliss. After long, torturous moments, he was seated to the hilt, his balls resting against the smooth curve of her ass, his head smashed tight against the barrier of her cervix.
They moaned in unison.
“You okay?” he asked through a clenched jaw.
Her answer was a desperate nod.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now, Julia,” he promised, lowering his lips to hers. “I’m going to fuck you and feel you cream all over my cock.”
Her whimper was all the agreement he needed.
His thrusts were slow and measured to start. He gritted his teeth against the indescribable friction. And only when he felt her walls begin to spasm did he increase his rhythm.
Her heels found a spot beneath his ass, urging him ever onward. Her hands ran from his shoulders to his hips and back again, encouraging him faster, harder.
By the time he felt the first spasm of her orgasm, his shaft was screaming with pleasure and his balls were ready to explode.
He slammed his mouth over hers to muffle her scream. And then her gripping, undulating, seemingly endless orgasm pulled him over the edge with her.
His grunt of pleasure wasn’t studied or sexy. It was a crude, animalistic sound as jet after jet of lightning-bright lust shot from his body and left him breathless, sightless, weightless as the world fell away and he was lost in a place where only ecstasy existed.
Ecstasy and that ineffable, namelessthingthat existed between them. Even then, even with their bodies fused and their orgasms mingling, he could feel the pull of it. It was stronger than before—if that was possible.
Stronger and softer and more delicious.
More dangerous.
He had no idea how long they lay there after the last waves of lust blew through them. It could’ve been minutes or hours. All he knew was that by the time he came back to himself, by the time he realized he was still embedded deep inside her and her breaths were no longer coming in desperate, shallow gasps, the fire had burned down to glowing embers.
He shoved up on his elbows, careful to keep his hips still—he loved the way her little aftershocks fluttered along his shaft. Glancing down into her face, he saw her eyes were shut, her cheeks were red and rosy, and a small, satisfied smile played at her lips.
“You look very pleased with yourself.” He brushed a damp lock of hair back from her forehead.
“Iamvery pleased with myself.” Her eyes fluttered open. The look in them was purely feline.
The wolf in him answered with a growl. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her shoulder to inhale her scent: soap, a lingering hint of her perfume, and the smell of a sexy, sultry, satisfied woman. “I’m very pleased with you too.”
“I know.” He could hear the teasing in her tone as she tunneled her fingers into his hair. “I was there. I felt how pleased you were with me.”
God,he thought.I could worship her like this forever.
24
“What’s wrong with the month of March?”
