completion. She screamed again, louder this time, as her hands moved from his hair down to his back, raking it and leaving scratches he’d savor the feel of in the morning.
Knowing he’d pleased her, it was the best feeling in the world.
With ultimate precision, he stroked her again, teasing her as she gasped against him, her lips finding his shoulder and kissing him as she moved toward another orgasm. But this time, he wanted inside her. This time, he wanted to feel her around him as he went. He dipped two fingers inside her and she panted.
“I want you,” he said. “Here.”
“Take me,” she said. “Now.”
He pulled off his shirt, and she ran her nails down over his chest, growling with lust. He pulled off his towel with her help and then retrieved a condom, quickly unwrapping it and rolling it on. Then he lifted her and teased her entrance before dropping her over him and sheathing himself inside her in one smooth motion.
Her mouth tightened in pleasure, her eyes closed, and she arched, taking in all of him. She was tight, so incredibly tight, but a perfect fit like always. Like they’d been made for each other.
She let out a loud sigh and began to move against him, and he put his hands on her soft waist and lifted her, slowly, then faster, savoring each exquisite stroke. She gasped, panted, moaned for more as he increased the pace, going all the way out and then all the way in.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, faster. He flipped her onto her back, savoring the surprise in her eyes and then instant arousal as he pinned her hands over her head. He was in charge. He would keep her safe. And he would damn well please her until she couldn’t walk straight.
He thrust in deep, deeper than ever before, and her eyes widened and she bit her lip.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she gasped out, wriggling to try and meet him even more. “So full.”
“So tight,” he said. “I want to be in every part of you.”
“You are,” she said.
It still wasn’t enough. He curled around her, releasing her hands to stroke her hair back as he kissed her lips. “I want your heart.”
“You have it,” she said. “Even when it was broken, you had it.”
“Good,” he said. “I’ll never let anything happen to it again.”
She moaned and pushed against him, and he continued stroking. Pulling out to the tip, teasing her as she writhed, and then shoving in deep, over her G-spot in a way that made her scream with sensation, and then starting over again. In and out. Over and over, holding on until she went once and then again. Wringing him each time, sending him to heights of euphoria that made it nearly impossible to hang on. But he wanted to.
He hadn’t been inside her for so long. He wouldn’t rush it. As she gasped out her latest release, her whole body trembling from the pressure, he slowed things down, taking her hands in his, intertwining their fingers.
He wanted to touch her. Wanted to be gentle and look in her eyes. Wanted each stroke to be sweet agony in its anticipation.
“You’re torturing me,” she said, voice tight, body tensed.
“You love it,” he said.
“I know,” she replied. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re mine,” he declared, keeping her hands by her head. “There’s nothing wrong with you. We’re made for each other. We’re mates.”
A flash of something went through her eyes, but then he stroked deep and pleasure overtook everything once again.
“Why does that…? How can it feel so good? Every time…” She moaned.
“Every time,” he said. “Because you’re made for me.”
“There’s never been anyone else,” she said.
He growled. The thought pleased him. Even when he’d offended her, she’d waited. “There’s never been anyone for me either.”
Her eyes flew open and she looked like she was going to say something. But then he stroked deep and she bit her lip as pleasure overtook her, her eyes going wide as the strongest orgasm yet ripped through her,
Knowing he’d pleased her, it was the best feeling in the world.
With ultimate precision, he stroked her again, teasing her as she gasped against him, her lips finding his shoulder and kissing him as she moved toward another orgasm. But this time, he wanted inside her. This time, he wanted to feel her around him as he went. He dipped two fingers inside her and she panted.
“I want you,” he said. “Here.”
“Take me,” she said. “Now.”
He pulled off his shirt, and she ran her nails down over his chest, growling with lust. He pulled off his towel with her help and then retrieved a condom, quickly unwrapping it and rolling it on. Then he lifted her and teased her entrance before dropping her over him and sheathing himself inside her in one smooth motion.
Her mouth tightened in pleasure, her eyes closed, and she arched, taking in all of him. She was tight, so incredibly tight, but a perfect fit like always. Like they’d been made for each other.
She let out a loud sigh and began to move against him, and he put his hands on her soft waist and lifted her, slowly, then faster, savoring each exquisite stroke. She gasped, panted, moaned for more as he increased the pace, going all the way out and then all the way in.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, faster. He flipped her onto her back, savoring the surprise in her eyes and then instant arousal as he pinned her hands over her head. He was in charge. He would keep her safe. And he would damn well please her until she couldn’t walk straight.
He thrust in deep, deeper than ever before, and her eyes widened and she bit her lip.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she gasped out, wriggling to try and meet him even more. “So full.”
“So tight,” he said. “I want to be in every part of you.”
“You are,” she said.
It still wasn’t enough. He curled around her, releasing her hands to stroke her hair back as he kissed her lips. “I want your heart.”
“You have it,” she said. “Even when it was broken, you had it.”
“Good,” he said. “I’ll never let anything happen to it again.”
She moaned and pushed against him, and he continued stroking. Pulling out to the tip, teasing her as she writhed, and then shoving in deep, over her G-spot in a way that made her scream with sensation, and then starting over again. In and out. Over and over, holding on until she went once and then again. Wringing him each time, sending him to heights of euphoria that made it nearly impossible to hang on. But he wanted to.
He hadn’t been inside her for so long. He wouldn’t rush it. As she gasped out her latest release, her whole body trembling from the pressure, he slowed things down, taking her hands in his, intertwining their fingers.
He wanted to touch her. Wanted to be gentle and look in her eyes. Wanted each stroke to be sweet agony in its anticipation.
“You’re torturing me,” she said, voice tight, body tensed.
“You love it,” he said.
“I know,” she replied. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re mine,” he declared, keeping her hands by her head. “There’s nothing wrong with you. We’re made for each other. We’re mates.”
A flash of something went through her eyes, but then he stroked deep and pleasure overtook everything once again.
“Why does that…? How can it feel so good? Every time…” She moaned.
“Every time,” he said. “Because you’re made for me.”
“There’s never been anyone else,” she said.
He growled. The thought pleased him. Even when he’d offended her, she’d waited. “There’s never been anyone for me either.”
Her eyes flew open and she looked like she was going to say something. But then he stroked deep and she bit her lip as pleasure overtook her, her eyes going wide as the strongest orgasm yet ripped through her,
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