She didn’t need him to swear. She needed to feel this act done in desire. She smiled at him and tugged him closer.
He set himself between her thighs. She watched as his organ bobbed between them, felt it touch her opening then withdraw. His tip was wet now, and the light flickered across it.
“More,” she said.
He did it again. He pressed himself inside and she felt the pressure of him as well as the girth. He supported his own weight, and she was so wide that she could watch exactly what he did, exactly how they joined.
Deeper inside while her breath caught at the fullness of it.
“Any pain?”
“No,” she said, awed by the truth of it. It felt full. He felt big. And she wanted more.
She canted her hips and he groaned at the feel. She squeezed him, and she saw sweat on his brow.
“Li-Na,” he said, the sound half growl, half plea.
“Please,” she whispered. “More.”
Then she watched as his arms flexed, his belly rippled, and he pressed in deeper.
She smiled. This is what she’d wanted to feel, but he was not deep enough. Only halfway, she guessed, and she wanted more.
She touched his face and felt the tension in his body as he held himself so still. Such power. Such control.
He looked up and she caught his gaze. She smiled to show him she wanted this. And while his nostrils flared from the sight of her, she squeezed her internal muscles again. She was pleased that she could do that. Thrilled that he groaned in hunger when she did.
“More,” she said. “Give me it all.”
She held his gaze as he held hers. But in her mind’s eye, she saw the whole of him as his arms tightened and his buttocks flexed. And she saw him enter her fully. Inside. Pressed hard against what felt like the top of her belly.
Filled.
So sweet that it was painless. So amazing to enjoy the pressure of it. And so surprising the moment he pulled back.
She gripped his arms, she tightened her thighs, and she cried out, “No!” when she meant to say,Come back!
He pressed forward until he was above her. She had to drop fully back onto the pillows or knock heads. And while he braced himself above her, she wrapped her legs around him.
And he moved.
Hard thrust.
Hot impact.
Shocking jolt.
She gasped in reaction and arched to feel it again.
His breath came in gasps or was that hers? She knew only impact and withdrawal. Connection and release.
Harder.
Faster.
Her belly quivered. “More!”
He gave it to her.
