"That’s it. Open for me."
The husky, deep timbre of his voice washes over me, goose-bumping my skin.
"You don’t have to hold back."
"Iwillhold back," he says thickly, tasting my neck as he pushes another inch into me. "Can’t let this monster inside of me loose. That’s not what this is about."
He’s protecting me.
Tears sting my throat, moisten my lashes. My nipples clench tight in time with the contractions in my pussy.
"Oh fuck, baby. Tight as a fist on me."
Pleasure attacks me, my thighs tremble, his name clawing out of my throat, more growl than word. "Rrrryker."
"Mmmm," he groans, pulling back. Pushing his big shaft into me again, slipping deeper. The intense ecstasy of being stretched around him drives my head back into his palm where he fists my hair.
But he doesn’t thrust again. Instead he holds still.
"Let me in," he murmurs, next to my ear. Those blunt, rough fingers creating another level of heaven every time he strokes my clit.
I’m so close.
My core softens, opens and he slips deeper.
His face becomes a wall of concentration. Jaw muscles flickering as he pulls back, thrusting slowly inside of me again. His body trembles from his restraint.
"That’s it," he says, husky, thick words against my forehead. Something breaks loose in him. The shift from restraint to need is a line drawn. His thrusts deepen, his breathing turns ragged, and the sound he makes against my throat is raw. Desperate and hungry.
"Jade," he grits out, his forehead dropping to mine. "Fuck. I’m?—"
"Takeme," I tell him, my neck arching back.
And god, does he.
His hand grips my hip, angling me as he drives deeper, and the pressure builds until I’m nothing but pleasure. Every nerve in my body is firing at once.
I come apart with a scream. The release is violent.
He follows me over with a guttural sound. Hips slamming forward one final time as he empties himself inside me.
The heat of his come is shocking. Intimate in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
We don’t move. Don’t separate. His weight is crushing and perfect and I never want him to lift off of me.
"You okay?"
"I don’t think I have bones anymore."
A rough exhale that’s almost a laugh follows. "Same."
He pulls me up against him, fitting me tight to his chest. His mouth finds mine. Slower, but no less deep.
"Don’t move yet," I whisper, grabbing him when he starts to shift his weight.
He eases back down on me and I settle under him. His heartbeat thuds against mine, slowing gradually.
This feels so good it’s scary. His warmth and weight pressing me into the mattress isn’t suffocating. Instead this feels like the only place I’ve ever wanted to be.
