The bed jerked as his knees hit the edge. I went to scoot higher so he could climb on, but he stopped me, yanking my hips upward.
“No. Like this.”
With gritted teeth, Jethro bent his knees, and in a seamless move, the tip of his cock found my drenched entrance.
My gaze riveted to his fully clothed body. The sheers of my pantyhose wrapped around his hips, the crumpled silk of his white shirt and the diamond pin glinting on his blazer.
Our eyes locked as he slipped inside me.
My mouth fell open as his immense length hit the top of me and stretched me wider than any finger.
I shivered; goosebumps sprouting as he sheathed himself balls deep. So possessing, he stole any remembrance of who I was.
Staring into his eyes, I knew he would take me hard and fast. My fingers clutched the sheets, preparing myself for how he would use me.
When he didn’t move, I licked my lips, rocking my hips a little.
His head fell back, the tendons in his neck stark and tense. “Christ...”
“Fuck me, Kite.” I moved again, enticing him to take. “I want you to fuck me.”
Anticipation hovered like a curtain waiting to be shredded.
Temper swelled and I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips. “Fuck me, Jethro. Fuck me. Please, fuck—”
He didn’t let me finish. Pulling out, he slammed back inside, penetrating in one fierce thrust.
I gasped as shooting stars arched out from where we joined. The connection was far too intense. Far too deep and demanding. He was so big, so hard, sosodeep.
He’d taken me with everything. Nothing bared. I’d never felt him so open, so completely controlled but treasured at the same time.
Jethro’s domination of my heart and body exploded my desire until I begged for another release. I needed another orgasm, and I needed it while we were both raw and wounded by love.
I clenched around him, proud and smug at having him inside me. He’d taken me, but I’d taken him. I held him in my body. I was his home.
His fingers switched to hands, holding my hips as he thrust again. Andagain. His strokes stretched nerve endings until the fluttering wings of another release begged to form.
His entire body hardened, his arms trembling, his suit whispering with every thrust.
Pulling out to the very tip, he rammed hard inside me. Over and over. Sweat decorated his forehead from being fully dressed as he let euphoria claim him.
His groan was primitive and so low; it slipped into my chest, wrapping around my heart. “Christ, you feel so incredible.”
His hold tightened as his thrusts turned to fucking. The bed moved with his knees and my breasts bounced from his furious claiming. Every hot drive nailed me to the bed as he fell over me—turning from standing to squashing.
Having his body blanket mine, having his cock scatter my thoughts, turned me molten.
Pleasure rippled through me again and again. Keeping time with his fucking, pushing us up and up.
I gave myself over to ecstasy.
Harder.
Harder.
Long, invasive strokes.
Every second I came undone, losing my sense of self.
