More? He wasn’t all the way inside her? She wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled or intimidated. But it wasn’t as if she had the will to refuse him.
“Yes.” She lifted her legs around his hips and arched closer. “Give me everything.”
He wrapped his fingers even tighter around her hips and plunged forward again. He shoved even more of his hard inches inside her, seeming to take up all the empty space while electrifying her growing ache. Her head swam with dizzying desire.
But he paid no heed, merely kept pressing in, squeezing yet another inch of his erection into her clenching, aching flesh. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure, but his eyes… They were totally focused on her.
He cursed softly as he shoved in yet another inch. Then a bit more. Sweat dotted his temples. His breathing roughened.
Bristol gasped at the foreign sensation, as if he not only opened her body to him but seemingly controlled it. Owned it.
Finally, he tilted his hips down, fitting himself utterly inside her. She writhed under him, at once frantic to end the maddening ache…yet desperate to make it last forever.
Jamie sucked in a couple of heaving breaths before he swooped down and seized her lips, claiming them as he withdrew his cock. She cried out in protest at his loss, but he stole into her mouth again, swallowing the sound with his kiss. She hadn’t recovered yet when he stroked deep inside her again, forcing her to stretch to accommodate every bit of him.
She felt adored, possessed. Thoroughly pleasured. And she loved it. He made her forget that Jamie Last-name-lacking was nothing but a fling who would be gone in a handful of days.
Bristol couldn’t hold anything back when he set a deep, pounding rhythm into her that made her ancient bedframe squeak, her old floors creak, her heart thunder, and her pleasure receptors overload. Everything about him called to her, from the slight tang of his kiss, to his scorching palms roaming her overheated skin. With every stroke, he seemed to anchor himself deeper until she would have sworn that with the feverish rise of her orgasm, he was also unzipping her skin and turning her inside out, compelling her to show every bit of the need and vulnerability she’d rather hide.
Her headboard hit the wall. Thrill zipped through her as he filled her again.
He positioned her legs up and against her body, spreading her wider, allowing him deeper. “Wrap your hands around the headboard. Don’t let go.”
Her heart fluttered, skipping a beat as she complied. His triumphant smile tightened the ache in her pussy. She clamped down on him. “I won’t. I’m close. Oh, my god…”
“Honey, you have no idea how seriously I’m riding the edge.”
Bristol couldn’t form a coherent reply before he came at her again, his rhythm harder, faster, as if he’d just now allowed his need off a seriously tight leash. His thrusts told her that he had zero intention of holding back anymore.
Frantically, she grabbed at the spindles of her old brass headboard, giving Jamie what he demanded. Sex with him felt like embracing a thunderstorm. She absorbed him, savoring the rising passion as every muscle in her body tightened for the imminent explosion. But it was more…
Giving in to him didn’t feel merely like surrendering her body for his pleasure. It was as if he could read her mind, could see inside her fantasies, deep down to her desire. Then he gave it to her, rewarding her with even more toe-curling bliss.
“There you are. That’s it. Yeah.” He gritted his teeth, staring down into her eyes, the storm there stealing her breath. “Everything about you fucking turns me on. Come for me.”
Bristol couldn’t have held back for anything. Blood rushed, tingles converged. She held her breath as sensations coiled, drawing up tight, then tighter. The anticipation was killing her.
This orgasm was going to be cataclysmic. It was going to steamroll her. Worse, it was going to haunt her.
She didn’t have any time to panic or downshift—not that she could—before he tensed and slammed into her again. Her world crashed open, blotting out everything but him and his hypnotic, dilated eyes staring down into hers with an unnerving intensity that made her feel truly seen. Then satisfaction twisted her body. An animal scream tore from her throat. The universe exploded. Angels freaking wept.
He followed her into the abyss, shuddering through relentless hammering strokes that ended with a long, raspy growl that sounded an awful lot like her name.
Then he stopped, all but collapsing on his elbows above her. He planted his face in her neck, his panting breaths heating the sensitive skin behind her ear, as he held her close.
Bristol felt two different things she’d never felt in her life. First, she’d swear she’d been run over by a train. Hell, after that orgasm she hardly had the energy to open her eyes, though she did manage to let go of the headboard and wrap her arms around him. Second, she felt so incredibly close to him that she wanted to cry.
When Jamie’s breathing slowed enough, he lifted his head just enough to press his forehead to hers. “What the fuck was that?”
“No idea.” But she wondered if her world would ever be the same.
Jamie lifted his head, his dark eyes shining with mischief. “Well, we have to figure it out.”
“How?” she breathed out.
He grinned. “By doing it again.”
Chapter Six
