The silken pressure of her lit every nerve on fire.
Her lips parted as he withdrew slowly, lifting his hips as he braced his weight on one arm while the fingers of his other hand entwined with hers. He watched himself emerge from her body, slick and throbbing, then pressed forward again. Deeper this time, but maintaining his aching control. He filled her by careful degrees until his pelvis finally met hers and the entirety of his length was sheathed inside.
Her breath caught.
They both stilled.
The room contracted to the sound of their matched breathing, to the pulse that hammered in the place where their bodies joined, to the extraordinary silence of two people occupying the same space for the first time.
“Are you okay?” Discipline had ravaged his voice.
She nodded. “Are you?”
It was, perhaps, the first time anyone had asked him that. The tenderness of her concern gutted him in ways he couldn’t explain. Ways he welcomed.
“I’m…incredible.”
A soft smile curled her lips. “Don’t stop.”
He moved then. Slowly at first, withdrawing halfway before sliding home, letting her body learn and adjust to his rhythm. Each thrust was deliberate, measured, a conversation spoken in the oldest language. She tilted her hips to meet him, her legs wrapping his, heels pressing into the small of his back, urging him closer, deeper, until there was no space left between them.
The pace quickened. His strokes lengthened, each one pulling a moan from her chest that climbed in pitch and volume.
Nothing in his life had prepared him for the way she felt. Every nerve in his body ignited as her tight, slick heat enveloped him, gripping his shaft in a pulsing embrace that rewired his understanding of pleasure from something annihilating to something fortifying.
He withdrew slowly and pressed forward again, deeper, and the velvet drag of her walls along his full length sent a shockwave rolling from the base of his spine to the crown of his skull. She was liquid silk and clenching warmth, her body opening and tightening around him in alternating waves that made his jaw slacken and his vision narrow to the place where they joined.
He could feel her heartbeat inside her, that intimate flutter pulsing against his cock with every thrust, and the knowledge that he was the first man to feel this, that no one had ever occupied this sacred space, hit him with a reverence so fierce it nearly stalled his rhythm.
But his body refused to stop. Instinct took command, ancient and fluent, driving his hips in long, rolling strokes that drew moans from both of them in a tangled chorus. The friction was exquisite, her arousal coating him in slick, molten warmth that made every withdrawal a glistening torment and every return a homecoming.
He was drowning in her, lost in the consuming heat and the obscene perfection of her body wrapped around his, and for the first time in his existence, drowning felt like breathing.
“Jack, yes…yes…”
His grip on her wrists tightened, and she arched into the restraint, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples dragging across his scarred skin with each thrust. New courage awakened, and he loosened his hold of her, trusting her to know where his boundaries hid.
She immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding his shoulders and leaning up to kiss his skin. Her nails trailed down his back, tracing his scars without flinching.
Jack shivered under her touch, welcoming her claim.
“God, that feels…” His words disintegrated as her sex clenched around him, her inner muscles gripping his shaft with a pressure that sent sparks cascading behind his eyes.
“Jack.” She whispered his name like a prayer.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in, his hips driving deeper as the rhythm turned urgent. The headboard knocked against the wall. If the world outside continued to exist, he didn’t know or care.
In his room, in his bed, there was only the two of them. A symphony of skin against skin, breath against breath, the wet, obscene sound of him moving inside her, and the broken music of her pleasure.
The tenderness in her expression shattered him, magnified by the flush on her cheeks and the swollen redness of her lips. Not only did she trust him, but he trusted her as well.
In one fluid motion, he rolled to his back, pulling her with him, keeping himself buried inside her. The shift in gravity was immediate, and she gasped, seating herself fully on his cock. Her eyes widened as she registered the new depth of penetration.
The intensity of the position stole his breath as much as her beauty. She sat astride him with the exquisiteness of a queen, her thighs bracketing his hips as her palms braced on his battered chest.
The sunlight fell across her shoulders, painting her flawless curves in gold like the delicate underbelly of a cloud. The wild tangles of her hair tumbled over her temple, cascading down her back in a waterfall of champagne waves.
He uttered a curse that landed like a prayer. The way he filled her completely, the way her body bore down on his length with her full weight. It was enough to drive his head back in ecstasy.
