Page 82 of Ruling the Green

His lips slanted again and again, and when my mouth parted on another soft moan, his tongue swept inside, toying with mine until I was writhing against him.

He lifted up as his hips shifted, the length of him pressing against my cleft, making both our breaths catch.

Some part of me tensed, braced for the new sensation, but it didn’t come. He rocked against me, the friction chasing away the traces of uncertainty as the desire rooted and bloomed.

Only when I was arching and rocking with him did he finally shift backward.

I felt the firm press of him at the entrance of me and started to tense.

“Just relax for me,” Jet demanded softly.

Then he pressed in—just a little at first, bringing an unexpected pressure and a burning sensation I didn’t have a name for.

“You’re doing so good,” he said, his voice tight as his breath came in shallow bursts.

He pressed in a little more, both our bodies tensing—his from restraint, mine from the combination of pain and, buried deep beneath it, pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine. “You’re so tight.”

And he was so big.

“Just hold on for me,” he said, and his lips sealed to mine as he thrust in fully, making me cry out against his lips at the sharp rush of pain. But as soon as it started, it seemed to ease—like my body had surrendered to the sensation, to the fullness of him buried deep inside.

For a long few moments, his body stayed still as his lips explored mine, as the pressure built until I couldn’t take it anymore and my hips started to rock.

His moved with mine, short little pulses of movement until I was moaning against his lips.

Only then did he break the kiss, watching me as he started to thrust. He was slow at first, careful, but as my moans filled the room, as my heels dug into his ass, he gave me a little harder and faster.

The coil curled tighter and tighter inside me as Jet’s groans joined the chorus of my moans.

“That’s it,” he hissed as I arched into him, as my walls tightened. “Come for me.”

Then I did, clutching him to me as my body shivered and pulsed with pleasure over and over.

Jet pressed deep, his body tensing as he groaned, finding his own release at the end of mine.

I held him flush to me afterward, every cell in my body begging him to stay close.

“You’ve gotta let me go sometime,” Jet said, pressing a kiss to one side of my lips, then the other.

“Nope. We can stay like this.”

“Forever?”

“Yep.”

“But then how are you going to eat soup or bread again?”

On a grumble, my arms and legs released him, getting a little chuckle from Jet as he moved to my side instead. But he reached for me, curling me into him.

“You okay?”

I nodded as my fingers traced the familiar contours of his chest. “Yes.”

His hands went to my hair, drifting lazily through the strands. “It won’t hurt every time. Just once or twice.”

“I didn’t mind.”