It made her kiss him back with the same need—like this was the last time she’d ever get to do it. And when he started moving, that feeling only doubled. Suddenly she couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands wouldn’t hold him tightly enough and her kisses weren’t as deep as she wanted them to be. Even smothering him with them wasn’t enough, because when she did he made the most adorable faces.
He tried to grin and gasp at the time, pushing himself into every one of the soft touches of her lips against his jaw, his throat, his cheek. Like a puppy, she thought, seeking affection, then only wanted to do it more. She nuzzled him back, and he pretty much lost it. He said her name over and over, hands fisting in her hair and mouth suddenly hard on hers.
Though he still didn’t do the one thing she really needed: move. God, she needed him to move. The sensation of his cock filling her was almost too much to stand—it sent this deep ache through her belly, all hot and sweet and good. It made her moan every time he so much as shifted position, that shaft so thick it brushed the best places inside her whether he wanted it to or not.
After the third nudge against that bundle of nerves, she honestly started to think she could come like this. Just from the pressure of him right there, right fucking there all thick and heavy.
And especially after she tried a little experimental squeeze.
It was barely anything, really. She didn’t even mean to do it—another wave of sensation hit her and it just happened, like a reflex. But man, did it have an effect. The pulse that went through her was almost painful, so low down and heavy that she couldn’t even get out the moan she wanted to make. She just had to lie there, shuddering and bucking, as it tapered off.
Then rose again, with his reaction. His face went slack at the feel of her, eyes rolling up in his head. But most important, as soon as it really hit him, he seemed unable to stop himself pushing against her. Just a little, but a little was a lot when you had what he did. She practically felt him in the back of her throat. She had to put her hands on his shoulders and push down—though after she had she wondered why she’d bothered.
This time, that pulse wasinsane.
It made hergrunt;she actuallygrunted,and her response to his shock was not the one she expected. He went utterly still, clearly concerned, and then suddenly she was moving. Really,reallymoving, as though she could somehow fuck him from beneath all that bulk.
And as it turned out, she could.
All she had to do was shift a little and clamp his body between her thighs, and she could rock. She could work herself against his swollen cock, until that sweet ache returned with a vengeance. It took root in her belly, so hot and thick she wanted to scream.
Then settled for moaning. Lots and lots of moaning, and maybe some clawing at him, most of her lost to the realization that sex could bethisgood. Not even sex, really, because he wasn’t doing anything. He was just watching, astonished, as sheusedhim—because that was definitely what she was doing. She was taking her pleasure from him, so eager she didn’t even stop to think about how she looked or what he thought.
Or at least, she didn’t until he gaspedoh fuck, baby, fuck yes just do it, do it, come all over my cock.
After which, everything seemed to ratchet up a notch. His hand went to her ass and squeezed, urging her on and on until she was moaning his name and trembling all over. That hot mouth was suddenly back on her throat and jaw, kissing and kissing—and then there was the best part. The sexiest, most awesome part.
He started urging himself against her.
Not a lot. Just a little. Just enough to make the pleasure build and build to some incredible crescendo.
Before crashing down over her, hard. “Tate,” she gasped, “Tate.”
And then it was happening. Her pussy was tightening hard around his cock, that ache swelling way past their point of connection. She felt it in her clit and her belly, before it spread further. It stroked over her nipples and her throat, slowly turning into a fizzing sweetness she couldn’t quite take. She just jerked against him, filthy sounds pushing past her lips unchecked.
Andthatwas the moment he chose to tell her to turn over.
“I want to fuck you like that,” he said, tone suddenly so gruff it almost made her come all over again. At the very least she groaned for it, deep and long, and when he sat back she didn’t hesitate. She turned without a thought to how she looked, the only impediment her suddenly loose limbs. Her arms didn’t seem to want to work properly nor did her legs—but that was fine.
Better than fine, in fact.
It meant he just did it all for her. He manhandled her into position, that strength suddenly apparent enough that she found herself babbling. “Ah yeah take me, baby, take me,” she gasped, as if she’d become a completely different person. A greedy, lust-driven person, who keened when the fat head of his cock slipped into her and pushed back against him almost immediately. She didn’t even wait for him to slide all the way in. She just bucked until he was there, then worked herself over it just as she had from underneath him.
However, this time…
Oh, this time he fucked her back.
He really, really fucked her back. His hands went to the hollows of her hips, tugging roughly until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. And then his fingers were searching out her clit and his hot moans of total abandoned pleasure were in her ears and she could, she could. She was coming again before she knew where she was, pussy tightening around his cock, cries of pleasure caught around the hand he put over her mouth.
God, when he put a hand over her mouth…
When he pulled her up, back almost to his front, that hand still on her clit…
There was nothing but pleasure after that. Nothing but him taking his pleasure, fierce and frantic enough that she would remember it forever. Just the sense of him wanting her, needing her—it was everything. It was the difference between the sex she’d had before, seedy and quick and without any thought to her beyond the hole she provided, and the sex she was having now. The idea that she mattered meant the world, and especially when he made it explicit.
“No one has ever made me feel the way you do,” he moaned against the side of her face, and then he was coming, she knew he was coming. He wasn’t silent, like other guys. He wasn’t furtive about it. He gasped her name in her ear, over and over. He told her he was doing it, now, just for her.
All for her.
