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When she did, he slipped the pillow under her, raising her hips. He knelt between her open legs, and even though it was physically painful to tear his gaze away from her pink, wet pussy, he did. He met those blue eyes, so big and concerned, stroked her thighs as he said, ‘Talk to me, okay?’
Skye nodded. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, clearly anxious. But her eyes dropped to watch.
TJ gripped her hips, one in each hand, and slowly guided his aching dick into her. He inched inside of her slowly, but because she had said she wanted fast, as soon as he was comfortably positioned, he plunged.
He took her in one thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her silky grip.
Skye gasped.
TJ stopped. He didn’t dare move, only instructed, ‘Relax. Breathe.’
Skye took a comically big breath. She squirmed, so that TJ had to grip her hips tighter and close his eyes as he tried to hold on.
Slowly, she relaxed. He felt her body give. Her hips in his hands dropped. Her small body’s tight grip on his cock eased. She exhaled again. ‘I’m fine.’
He looked down to where they were joined, felt a surge of possessiveness overcome him. Her trust in him shattered him, and wanting to give her more, he found her clit with his thumb and slowly stroked whisper-light circles over her, building that fire back to blazing.
When she started panting in time with the rising waves, when her body pulsed around him in preparation, he began to move, slowly at first, just the tiniest of thrusts.
Skye’s nipples were peaked, her body arched. TJ thought she might have been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and in the back of his mind, he worried how quickly they had gotten here.
Even then, he held his urge to fuck her senseless in check, too afraid he might hurt her if he really unleashed. The restraint was so painful to exercise that sweat gathered on his brow.
But then Skye opened her eyes and saw his face, and she said, ‘More.’
He pulled out, gently slid back into her.
Her eyes darkened. ‘Stop holding back, TJ.’
TJ cursed. But he said, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ And withdrew to the tip before slamming back into her.
Skye reached both arms behind her and splayed her hands on the headboard, bracing herself. ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Like that.’
‘You want it rough, wild girl?’
‘So bad.’
‘Fuck.’ He lost it. The animal within him, the one he’d caged for fear of scaring her, broke free to join hers.
He took her roughly. The sound of their flesh meeting slapped through the room.
Skye writhed in his hands. Her body tightened around him and had his vision blackening around the edges. ‘TJ …’
‘I’m right there with you. Let go.’
She came on a long moan, her body shuddering around him, her back arched, her tits pressed forward prettily.
TJ didn’t hold on.
He couldn’t.
The moment her body calmed, he pressed into her, sinking deep, and followed her over the edge, before collapsing onto the bed facedown next to her.
As the rush from her orgasm faded, Skye became self-conscious. TJ had given her everything – kindness, intimacy, and two orgasms – and she hadn’t done anything, hadn’t done much except lie there and be taken. Knowing that had her promising, ‘I’ll be better at it next time.’
On the bed next to her, TJ turned his head. His green eyes studied her face in confusion, almost as if he was trying to figure out something particularly complex. ‘I’m not going to get mad,’ he said quietly, almost to himself, ‘but I am going to ask what you mean by that?’
‘I didn’t do anything. I didn’t—’
