“Kara.” My mouth was on her neck, avoiding the place where the knife had drawn blood the night before. “You know what I want.”
Her lips trembled. “Then take it.” Like she was surrendering completely.
Fucking yes.
I didn’t mean to be rough when I threw her on the bed. I stood at the edge, looking down at her gorgeous body splayed across the sheets, her long legs that ended in those shoes. I didn’t want her to take them off, not ever. It took me no time to drop my pants and step out of my underwear.
Concern flooded her face when she saw me completely naked, and pride swelled in my chest.
“I can go slow,” I said. I’d do whatever she wanted. I drifted a hand down the curve of her body, pausing at her knee when I thought of something. “How did you do it with Paul? Him on top?”
The question startled her motionless. She nodded slowly, unsure about why I was asking.
“Get on your hands and knees.” I didn’t mean to issue it as a command, although it sounded that way, forcing me to hold my breath. My intent wasn’t to control, but I couldn’t help it.
But she did as I asked, her whole body shaking. I grabbed a condom from my pants and rolled it on, trying to steady myself. For the first time ever, I had a twinge of nervousness.
More than a twinge. There was a weird tremble inside me, mirroring hers.
I traced my fingertips in a line down her spine and gently guided her lower on the bed so she was where I needed her to be. I gently grasped one of her hips and ringed myself at the base, holding the angle so I could ever so slowly push inside her.
She gasped at the possession, like she was shocked at how good it felt.
I used my hold to draw her further onto my cock, and she reached back and grasped one of my wrists, perhaps signaling me to go slow.
I hesitated. “Okay?”
Her head bobbed with a nod. Was she too overwhelmed to find the words? Or was she trying to stay quiet?
That was the last thing I wanted. “Does it feel good?” When she nodded again, I eased deeper inside. “Tell me. I want to hear how much you like it.”
“It feels so good,” she whispered.
“It feels unbelievable,”I said in German.“You feel fucking incredible.”
I advanced until I was buried all the way, her body so snug and hot around me, my vision hazed. My heart fell out of rhythm and then restarted at twice the speed. It was almost annoying that the condom did nothing to dull the sensation. It already felt dangerously good, and we’d barely started.
I drew my hips back then gently urged them forward so we were utterly connected again, and the slow, controlled glide set me on fire. The hand she used to support herself clenched the sheet beneath her into a fist.
“Yes,” she whispered.
That single word was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
I strengthened my hold on her, fighting the need to thrust. Every cell in me was itching for release, but it was much too soon for that. I pulled out almost completely and then pressed inside once again. Her hand on my wrist clamped tighter.
“Holy fuck, Shawn,” she groaned.
Well, nowthatwas the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
It annihilated my control and I drove into her, establishing a building rhythm that caused her to arch her back and moan. I ground my hips against her and enjoyed the reverberations that rippled across her ass as our bodies slapped together. It tookno time for sweat to dampen the back of my neck or for my breathing to go ragged.
Thank God Kara didn’t speak a word of German because the words tumbled from my mouth. Filthy, nasty, sexy things she’d blush to hear.
At some point I either crossed over into English, or else she grew tired of the German, because she rose up on her knees and turned her head to me.
“Would you shut up?”
I grinned and took one hand off her hip, using it to cup her breasts, then buried my face in the side of her neck to whisper more filthy things in German.
