I invite him deeper, wanting every single bit of him. I want to say that I mean right now, but I think I might mean a lot longer than that.
I can’t think about it though as he roars into my mouth, his body going rigid as he fills me. I kiss him, not wanting it to be over.
His head drops to the pillow next to mine and I rub my cheek against his. He’s still inside me, my arms still above my head, his body pushing mine down into the mattress. “I’ll get up in just a second,” he murmurs into the pillow.
“Don’t get up,” I whisper back in a wince. Does he regret what we just did? I wish I could tell him that I never want him to getup, that I’m so perfect underneath him like this. But I settle for something in between. Something that doesn’t put any pressure on him but lets him know where I’m at. “You feel so good.”
“Gigi,” he murmurs and I have a moment to wonder if my name is a warning before he kisses my neck. “So do you.”
All my worries disappear as he trails more kisses behind my ear, letting my hands go, but only to cradle my head as he kisses down my neck again. I sigh out my pleasure, turning to give him more access.
He stiffens inside me, and I let out a soft laugh. That is a compliment.
He laughs too. “Hate to tell you this, but I think I’m going to have to fuck you again.”
“It’s not again if you’re still inside me.”
“Woman,” he growls into my skin, growing completely stiff. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to be raw by the morning. You’ll barely be able to walk.”
“Better not do that,” I trail my hand down his spine, not wanting him to go anywhere. “My boss will be ticked if I can’t keep up tomorrow.”
“Boss jokes?” But he swells inside me. He likes being the boss of me as much as I like his dominance.
“Mm,” I murmur, kissing along his jaw, even as he pulls out and pushes back in. I wince, sore from the sex we just had but not enough to stop.
“Gigi,” he lifts up, looking down at me. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” I shake my head, nipping at my lip. “It’s just right.”
“Woman,” he rumbles but then kisses me. “This is supposed to make you feel good.”
Something in those words undoes me. I do feel good. And what’s more, the fact that he said them, that he cares, helps a lot of my fears disappear. “You feel better than I ever imagined possible,” I whisper against his lips. “Please don’t stop.”
Seriously. I’ve never experienced sex like this. The sex with my first boyfriend was awkward and full of apologies. And being with Vigo made me feel like I was in the middle of a war, fighting for my life.
But this…
Rush holds inside me, kissing me over and over, as his hands slide over my skin. I’m melting under him.
My arms and legs wrap around him, wanting as much of my skin on his as possible.
He pulls out and sinks in again, the pain less, but not gone. He lifts up, looking down at me. “You trust me, Gigi?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. This is a man I can follow. No doubt.
He lifts up, his arms sliding down my sides and then he flips me so that I land on my stomach.
I tense because…I’ve got a little experience, and this is not a position that I’ve ever enjoyed.
But even as his cock presses to my entrance, his hand slides under my belly and then down until his fingers sink into my folds.
I cry out, the pressure of my sensitive clit making it so good.
That’s when he sinks into me again.
The tip of his cock hits this spot deep inside me that feels so delicious, I buck, the pleasure threatening to completely undo me.
“You like that, sweetheart? Does my cock feel good?”
