My whole body jerks. “What are you doing?” I mewl.
He doesn’t ease up as he replies. “Making sure you’re nice and ready for me.”
Electricity tears through my senses, sharp and consuming as I thread my fingers through his hair. He groans against me, lapping at my pussy like he’s starved for it, the slick evidence of my orgasm coating his chin. The sight is wickedly provocative, making my toes curl.
Walker’s fingers circle my aching clit, sparking a second orgasm to ripple through me. I cling to him as my body shudders uncontrollably, my breaths coming out uneven and shallow. All preconceived notions about lessons, rules, and expectations have gone out the window. All that’s left is a primal, insatiable desire coursing through my veins, and it’s directed entirely at Walker.
“I need you inside me. Now,” I cry out.
“Good because I need that too, baby.”
He leans over and grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer, ripping the package open with his teeth before rolling the condom on.
“Remember, we’re going to take this nice and slow,” he says as he lowers himself back over me.
He grabs his shaft, lining himself up with my entrance and sliding it along my slit to coat himself in my arousal.
I nod eagerly, my body quivering with impatient excitement. Any thought of potential discomfort fades beneath the fierce anticipation, and I can’t stop thinking how grateful I am to share this with Walker.
He presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, easing his way in, slowly stretching me.
“You’re so big,” I moan, digging my fingers into the comforter.
He leans forward, kissing me. “Breathe, sweetheart.” He coaches me as he caresses the curve of my hip.
He sinks in farther, small thrusts at a time. The world shrinks to my ragged breaths, heat clawing through me as he makes his way inside—inch by torturous inch, my muscles coiling with the rigid intrusion.
Walker cups my cheek, deepening our kiss as he pushes until he’s fully seated, and a painful stinging courses through my core. I breathe hard through my nose as I adjust to his size.
He lifts his head, looking at me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice is strained.
I can feel him holding back while he waits for my answer.
“I’m okay.” The initial unease is giving way to a rising tide of pulsing need, causing me to writhe beneath him, dizzy with the sensation of being stuffed with his cock. “Move. Walker. I want you to move,” I demand.
He laces our fingers together, guiding my arms above me as he draws his hips back, driving forward again. The position immediately brings to mind when he told me he wanted to tie me up with his favorite rope, leaving me at his mercy as I screamed his name and begged to come. I have a feeling this won’t befar off—rope excluded. Although I’m rather intrigued by the concept.
Walker rocks into me in steady strokes, my flesh stretching around him. With every moan that leaves me his pace increases as if my reaction is tearing at his control. His grip tightens on my hands as urgency takes the reins.
“I can feel you clenching around my cock,” he pants out.
I can only whimper in reply as he shifts the angle of his cock, pushing deeper and pressing against my G-spot. I gasp for air as he drives into me with unrelenting force. He’s lost total control, and the buildup between us bursts like a dam breaking, leaving me drenched, and lost in a haze of insatiable desire. His hips grind into mine—harder, faster—with each thrust. The sound of our labored breathing permeates the air, and each stroke grows more urgent than the last.
“We’re going to come together,” Walker states, the vein in his neck pulsing hard.
He reaches between my legs, rolling my clit between his thumb and forefinger. The added pressure rushes through me with a force so fierce it steals the air from my lungs. A broken cry rips from my throat as his name falls from my mouth. He tenses above me, his own climax tearing through him as he lets out a gravelly groan.
Walker’s still catching his breath as he smooths my hair from my face. “How are you feeling?”
I shake my head, running a finger along the rough edges of his five-o’clock shadow. “Perfect.”
My core is tender from his cock thrusting into me and my hips are tight from his maneuvering, but I wouldn’t trade this contentment for anything.
Walker kisses my temple as he slowly pulls out. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He climbs off the bed, discarding the used condom in the trash before slipping on his boxers. He turns off the lights in the loft, except for the bedside lamp, before disappearing into the bathroom. As I wait for him, my gaze drifts to the nightstand, where a stack of romance novels catches my eye. Several of the titles are familiar, though I can’t quite place where I’ve seen them before.
