“Don’t make me speak first!”
“I’m not about to speak for you.”
“I want you.” She squeaked when the last word left her mouth. “I—I want this to be something real, I—” Her words choked as her throat tightened. “I want more than the storm. I want the sun, too.”
His soft expression faltered. But whatever haunted him was gone so swiftly she couldn’t examine it. “You have that. You have me, Sadie.”
She pressed her lips to his, savoring the chuckle on his lips, the grin on hers, the sheergleeshe felt in his arms.
But he pulled away, and she protested the movement with a whimper. “None of that.” He chastised her with a tap on the nose as he shifted down her body and kissed her stomach. “I was enjoying this delectable body of yours and I’d like to get back to it if you’ll stop interrupting me.”
“Interruptingyou! What are yoooo—” She cut off with a squeal as his tongue slicked along her crease, lazily lapping at her arousal as though she were a treat to be savored. “I thought you—you wanted to eat something,” she stammered as her nerve endings sang.
He lifted his brow and smirked.
“You devil!” She attempted to swat him on the head, but he had already ducked back between her legs, and her hand sank into his hair instead. Garrett had shown her the value of this intimate maneuver, something she’d dreamt of but never experienced with a previous partner, and she’d been a quick study in how to chase her pleasure. Within moments she was bucking against him, her climax chasing her down until she was powerless to it, crying out as she held him in place, then laying back as shimmers danced across her skin.
Then he was there, his hips between her thighs as his chest covered her,warmedher. Balancing on one forearm, he took her hand with the other and threaded it between them, wrapping it around his cock, already wrapped in the rubber contraceptive.
“You control the pace, Sadie.” His low voice held a gravity to which she was unaccustomed, an intensity that grounded her while it shook her foundation.
With a nod, she brought his cock to her entrance and immediately felt resistance. She’d thought herself to be hyperbolic when comparing his appendage to a literaltree, but now, as her body protested his forward movement, her breath caught in her chest.
Garrett froze and withdrew. “Am I hurting you?”
“No—not, I mean—” She scrunched up her face. “I will be fine, I just need to adjust.”
His eyes narrowed. “Iamhurting you.”
“You’re not—” Her words were cut off with a shriek as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled until she straddled his thighs, her palms pressed to his chest as though she were riding him.
“You’ll have more control like this.” His hands cradled her hips as he thrust against her without breaching her entrance. “And if you’re not ready, we’ll try again until you are.”
She pouted. “You’re just looking to put your head between my legs again.”
He moaned and tossed his head back, the tendons in his neck straining. “You’ve found me out, Sadie. I could live and die a fortunate man with your thighs around my ears. But it also serves a purpose.”
“I understand how arousal works.” She rubbed her wetness against his cock, shivering as she ground the rigid length against her clitoris.
“You are a brilliant woman, Sadie.” His words grated against his throat, his jaw tight as he held perfectly still, allowing her to chase her pleasure. “You know how to make yourself come. Take it, sweetness, all for yourself.”
She’d used a dildo before, but never had it felt so good rubbing against her sensitized flesh. Her arousal slicked the rubber covering his cock as she rocked, rocked, rocked, faster and faster against the hard bundle of nerves that seemed to be the center of her entire being. Garrett’s jaw clenched as he held his hips still, though his hands stroked and pinched her nipples, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
The moment her crisis passed its peak, she pressed his cock into her clasping channel and gasped as her climax rose higher. The stretch transformed to a low burn, a simmer along her nerves that only drove her desire higher.
“Fuck, that’s so—it’s so fucking good.” His words escaped in short bursts, his head thrown back and thrashing against the pillow.
This is what power feels like. She sat up taller, allowing herself to take another inch. Full, so very full, but…
Also not exactly… comfortable.
Garrett, still refusing to move his pelvis, opened his eyes. As though he could divine her discomfort, he released her hips to lift behind her thighs, shifting her forward. She gasped as her body accepted his without protest, his cock rubbing some secret spot inside that had her seeing stars.
Good lord, he was making her alliterate again.
His groan mixed with her gasp of pleasure, and they both laughed. “Better?” he asked with a smirk.
“I think you know the answer to that.” She clenched her inner muscles and delighted when he moaned and threw his head back again, his eyes squeezing shut. “Don’t let it make your ego swell.”
