She had to have him.
She lifted onto one elbow as her other hand reached out. She needed to touch him. One by one, her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. His eyes flared into black as the pupils pushed irises into thin turquoise rings. Her hand hardly fit around him as she gave a slow pull up his length. A groan poured from him, his gaze roving across her naked body, settling on her sex, open and aching to be filled by him.
“Like for like,” he murmured.
“It’s only fair.”
Somehow as she stroked him, even as he pressed against her sex, her desire—nay, pure unadulteratedlust—spiked higher.
“I need you,” she said, her hips giving a restless swivel, desperate for even an inch of him.
His grip tightened around her, and he pushed forward. Her fingers released him as he entered her, inch by measured inch, her sex stretching to accommodate, oh, so much man.
“Should I stop?” he asked, flashing a bit of the Rory she knew.
She only realized she’d been biting her bottom lip between her teeth. “Don’t you dare.”
And there it was again: the glint of wickedness behind his eyes, and he continued his slow, deliberate penetration of her. A light sheen of perspiration pinpricked her skin. Oh, how much more of him could there possibly be?
He slid one arm behind her back, lifting as she continued to stretch around him, and gathered her close. “You control the motion.”
Uncertainty flashed through her. She didn’t like being uncertain. “I don’t know how.”
“Yes, you do.”
The confidence in his gaze was enough for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crossed one ankle over the other behind him. It wasn’t only her sex that felt so full of him, but her entire being to her soul.
He gave a shallow thrust, and she gasped. Instinctively, her hips swiveled against him, then they were moving with him, as he stroked in and out of her, oddly gentle. A strange sort of frustration clawed at her. “You’re being too…” She trailed, squirming against him.
“Rough?” He sounded genuinely concerned.
“Polite,” she corrected. “I shall not break. I can assure you.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded. Whatever wickedness his body could devise for hers, she wanted.
The intention in his gaze doubled, and he took command of the pleasure doled out. Deeper he filled her, testing thelimits of what she could tolerate. Oh, the exquisite pain and pleasure of coitus. How her body responded to it—this push and pull of boundaries she would only explore with him…pushing her even beyond them.
Her mouth found his neck and licked and sucked and nipped, spurring him on as the movement of his hips became more focused and unrelenting. Oh, what had she asked for?
This, a voice whispered.
The building sensation began winding through her sex again, turning her into a mindless entity. It was only her and this man and the pleasure they brought each other that mattered in the entire universe.
This feeling coiling and strumming through her sex was no easy mistress. It made demands on her. “Rory, oh, I don’t know… I don’t know…”
“Shh,” he said. “You don’t have to know,here.” He touched her forehead. “You only have tofeel”—he cupped a breast and angled his head to suck a hardened tip. She arced back as he moved in and out of her—“me.”
She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the caress of his slick tongue or the feel of his heavy cock—oh, what a word—but her entire being was suddenly concentratedthere—her sex at his, joined, the slide of flesh across flesh.
Then that mechanism flipped in her mind, and it wasn’t enough. Her hips increased their rhythm and his thrusts impaled her deeper and her breath caught in her lungs as she perched on the edge of a great height, oblivion suspended before her. All she wanted—needed—was to tip over that edge and give in to the void.
He thrust once…twice… And she tumbled over, but instead of falling, a part of her not bound by physical limitation took wing, as all that had gathered within burst in a flood of light and color and sensation, her sex pulsing its release around him in butterfly flutters.
The pleasure ofthis—it was almost too much. “You’re almost too much,” she whispered against his lips, unwilling to let go of theintimacy of their connection, even as his thrusts took on a relentlessness.
On a sudden groan, he pulled from her and wrapped sure fingers around his shaft. Transfixed, she watched him stroke his shaft, up and down its long, thick length.Beautiful.Then climax was pouring out of him on a shout, his seed spilling onto the sheets.
