Come Moonrise by Lucy Monroe

splintered to
nothingness in a shower of exploding sparks.
    Pleasure pounded through her, tightening her
womb until she felt like she was going to die if she didn’t come
again.
    She whimpered brokenly, not knowing what to
do.
    "What is it, baby?"
    "I want to come."
    "Then come."
    "I can’t." She threw her head back and hit
his chest. "Touch me again. Please, Ty."
    He nuzzled her ear, his breath hot and his
tongue wet on sensitive flesh, sending shivers through her. "Touch
yourself."
    "No, I..." She’d never done that before with
a man. "I can’t," she gasped out.
    "Yes, you can."
    "I’ll fall," she said desperately, snatching
at excuses.
    "I’ll hold you up. Do it ." Then he pulled
her back so he was kneeling behind her and she was supported on his
thighs.
    He continued his thrusting, but his hands
stayed maddeningly attached to her hips. She’d probably have
bruises there later from the grip, but she didn’t care, she just
wanted to come. Every thrust hit her G-spot, sending sensation
overload along her nerve endings, but it still wasn’t enough.
    She moaned.
    "You know what you need to do," he whispered
seductively in her ear. "Are you going to deny yourself?"
    How could she do it? How could she make
herself come when he was inside her, watching her, feeling every
contraction, every jolt of her hips?
    But her need for release was reaching an
agonizing level and the pleasure plateau she was on had become more
ordeal than delight. Desperate, she brought her hand between her
legs. The wet silkiness there felt so good and her body shook with
delight as she allowed herself to caress the swollen button that so
needed touching.
    His arms came around her, one hand the
fingers tangling with hers between her legs and the other cupping
her right breast. "That’s right, Frankie. Oh, honey...you’re so wet
and soft. So perfect."
    The combined effect of his words and the
sensation of their fingers together on her clitoris sent her over
the brink. She convulsed in one rapturous contraction after
another, her body bucking and bowing. Ty held her to him by a feat
of strength beyond her comprehension and yet the fingers doing
their slow glide up and down her pulsating sweet spot remained
gentle.
    She yelled his name brokenly, letting him
control the way she touched herself because she couldn’t do
anything else as he pushed her to and beyond pleasure limits she’d
never even approached.
    "That’s good." He bit her earlobe. "Real
good."
    But it was too much. She tried to stop the
torment, her climax over, the aftershocks so intense she could not
bear them. "Stop...please...Ty...no more."
    He stilled and pressed his hand over hers,
cupping her mound in a gesture that felt both possessive and
protective.
    Tears of release and overwhelming sensual
joy trickled down her cheeks as she relaxed against him. He held
her body to his in total intimacy. The moment was profound and she
had no desire to talk. Her breathing eventually returned to a more
normal pattern, her body’s tension draining away, but he remained
hard inside her.
    "Are you ready to taste me now?"
    Incredibly, she was. "Yes."
    He lifted her off of him and she turned to
face him. They were both kneeling.
    He reached out and brushed her tears away.
"Are you all right?"
    She nodded. "That was
amazing. You are
amazing , my love."
    "Was it better than what you’ve had
before?"
    She couldn’t believe he needed to ask. "I’ve
never known anything like it."
    His eyes burned her with feral possession.
"Good."
    "Will you stand up for me?" she asked.
    He didn’t answer, but he crawled off the bed
and stood beside it, his big body seeming even taller and wider
than usual. She reached out with both hands and laid them against
his hair roughened pectorals. Man, he was built.
    She leaned forward and kissed the very
center of his chest. "You’re a large man," she breathed against his
sweat slick skin.
    She tugged his head down and started her
tasting with his mouth, kissing him.