His body rose and fell against her. They grabbed for each other, holding, grasping, desperate in their attempt to get closer, for no space to be between them.
“Hutch,” she whispered. “Oh, please, don’t stop.”
“Come with me, baby. Come now. I can’t last. Oh God, baby.”
He raised his head, pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes closed tight. He kissed her, forceful, their tongues clashing.
Her orgasm built, became unbearable in its tension. She reached for it, desperate for release.
He withdrew then thrust into her in one forceful lunge. He cried out, and his every muscle locked against her. Even as his raw power slammed into her, he sheltered her, cradled her tenderly in his arms.
Kisses fell on her lips, her cheeks and down her neck.
Oh God, she was almost there, and he was slowing down. She let out a groan of protest, and he stiffened then looked down at her, regret flashing brightly in his eyes.
She was sorely tempted to fake it, but he’d know. He knew her better than anyone. She wouldn’t lie to him this way, and she was so desperate for release, there was no way she could fake the lazy aftermath of a really good orgasm when every nerve ending in her body screamed and begged for mercy.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Reggie. God, I’m a selfish bastard.”
He reached down and slid his fingers between them. He found her clit and rotated one finger around the quivering mound of flesh.
She moaned and strained upward, reaching for the pleasure he offered. His hips rocked back and forth, slower now but with enough force to give her what she wanted.
“Tell me what you like, baby,” he murmured. “Show me what to do.”
“That,” she gasped. “Your fingers. Touch me, harder.”
He complied, applying more pressure, and he thrust deep.
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth together. She was rising rapidly, nearing her peak with frightening intensity. After being on the edge for so long, she hit the rise with a sharpness that was nearly painful.
He rolled her clit hard, pressing in with his finger, finding that sweet spot. She exploded around his cock, her legs, her body, straining and spasming.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. God you feel so good.”
She reached for his hand and pulled it away, no longer able to bear the sharp pulses shooting through her pussy. She pulled him down to her, and he continued to thrust until he slipped out in a warm rush.
He kissed her and pushed her hair away from her face with a gentle hand. Regret shone bright in his eyes, but she put a single finger over his lips.
“I should have taken better care of you, Reggie,” he said around her finger. “You weren’t with me, and I damn sure should have made sure you were before acting like a randy teenager with his first girl.”
She smiled and rubbed her hand over his cheek. “I’m only your second girl, Hutch.”
She could swear his cheeks reddened.
“I didn’t say that to embarrass you,” she said quickly.
He smiled back at her. “I know you didn’t, baby. I’m just sorry I didn’t make it better for you.”
She shook her head. “It was perfect, Hutch. You were perfect. Just perfect.”
He eased off her then looked down. “Want to take a shower with me? As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you for the rest of the night, I did promise you cheesecake and fudge.”
“Mmmm, can’t wait,” she said drowsily.
“I’ll go turn on the water. Meet me in two minutes.”
He stood then leaned over and kissed her brow before turning to walk toward the bathroom. She watched him, enjoying the view of his toned body.
