“Not yet.” I shook my head. “Inside,” I whimpered. The crown of his mushroom tip pushed at my entrance. “Yes!” I hissed, loving the slow burning stretch of him invading my body. My leg hooked tighter around his back, the heel of my foot just above his ass to let me push up and take him just a little further.
“Be a good girl, or I’ll tie you up.”
“I need you,” I whined and did it again.
Before I knew what was happening, he tagged my panties from somewhere on the bed and pinned my wrists up above my head, tying them around my wrists and holding on to them with one hand.
“Still, baby.”
“Shit!” I cursed, and he grinned like a wolf about to pounce.
“This might hurt, but I promise I’ll make it good.”
“Fuck me, Jeremy.
“Your wish”—his hips snapped—“my command,” he grunted, thrusting forward. With one hard stroke, he pushed inside of me. A silent scream escaped from deep inside of me.
“Just like that.” My voice cracked. It felt so good. He felt good. Perfect. He hadn’t been kidding; we were made for one another. Our eyes locked. “Full.”
“Bad full?” he strained.
“No. Good. So damn good. So fucking full.” I clenched around him, and he bared his teeth.
“Teresa.”
“Perfectly full,” I breathed and clenched again.
“Don’t,” he ordered, but I did it again. His grip on my wrists tightened as his hips started to move in tandem with mine and he was fucking me.
No. Not fucking but loving me.
Slipping out of my body only to return again.
Over and over.
We were a beautiful sweaty mess of skin and heat and passion. The only sounds in the room were of our moans and bodies coming together. Everything else disappeared. The world and the party going on downstairs didn’t exist as the scent in the room shifted to sex and his cologne. Every touch, every kiss melted my heart. Muddled my head and made me squirm beneath him while I pleaded for more.
“Jer-Jer—“ I started to chant. Heat coiled inside my lower belly as a riptide of pleasure started to mount. I was undeniably close to coming. Stars started to flash behind my eyes, but he groaned.
“Look at me. Keep those pretty eyes on me, cielo.” I forced my eyes to open and stare up at the man who was irrevocably ruining me.
“Oh god,” I moaned when he hit a spot inside of me. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Not god, baby. Say my name.” His hips worked relentlessly, each time hitting a spot inside of me that made my toes curl.
“Please, Jeremy! More. I’m going to?—“
“Come for me, beautiful. Come for me, Teresa,” he demanded sternly, almost angrily.
And like his sassy girl, I shook my head.
“Baby, you’re fucking killing me.” I pushed my body up higher, nails digging into his hard, muscled shoulders, just enough for my lips to touch his ear.
“Not without you,” I whispered. Something snapped in him.
He pulled out and rolled me over. All too quickly, I got on my hands and knees and pressed my head down on the pillow when I felt his hand push down on the center of my back.
“You want to come together? You want me to fill you up with every sticky drop?”
