Yes. That.
She has one hand on my shoulder, her thumb at the rapid pulse in my neck, and damn but it’s too much when she trails the fingers down my face as we kiss, open-mouthed. I grab her hands and pin her wrists above her head. She’s impossibly tight around my cock and I’ve never felt anything so good. I tell her so.
“I’m glad my first time is with you,” she whimpers against my lips.
My perfect bonnie lass is only mine. The knowledge sends a dart of savage glee into my heart.
I pause, lift my head an inch and hold her gaze with mine. “Cleo, once won’t be enough. I have to do this again.” I withdraw almost all the way, and thrust back in. “And again.” Deeper, harder this time. “And again.”
5
CLEO
“I’ll have you as many times a day as you can take,” Ian growls.
He feels so thick and good inside me, the tension delicious after the stretch of unfamiliar muscles. My body accommodates his invasion after a spike of pain and when he thrusts and circles over my clit, it sends pleasure spiralling through me.
“Whenever you want,” I promise. “I’ll be wet and ready and begging for more.”
It’s impossible to imagine a time I won’t be crazy for this man.
He moves slowly at first, but as I plead with him he plunges into me faster, harder. I’ve never felt anything like this. Elemental. Like there’s nothing in the world but him and me.
I’m bracketed by his arms and the weight of his body on me and I feel sheltered and coddled and turned on to the point that I might expire.
“So tight,” he whispers as he releases my hands to grasp my butt and adjust the angle of my hips.
It was good before, but this is better. Hotter. It hits a spot inside me that makes me moan.
“You feel perfect.” He kisses across my jaw. His beard scratches my cheek sending skitters of desire down my spine.
“Ian. I need….”
I don’t exactly know what I need, but something from him. More of him.
“Want me to come inside you? Get you round and pregnant?”
“Yes.” I nod and pant and shudder, a sheen of sweat on my skin.
“Come first,” he demands.
The feel of his skin, this kiss that never stops, and the pistoning of his body into mine are pushing me beyond limits I didn’t know I had. He has clever fingers that are circling over my clit harder than I’d do myself and it drives me higher, quicker. He knows my body better than I do. Desperate is how it feels, intense in a way I haven’t seen or felt before.
“When you’ve screamed and come on my cock, I’ll spill deep inside you. I’ll fill you to overflowing. You’ll be ripe with my seed.”
Ian ups his pace again, driving in and out, at the edge of control and tipping over into wild. That, and his rumbling voice saying filthy words about how tight my pussy is, how much he’s enjoying fucking me, and how he’s going to put a baby in me, is too much.
Orgasm crashes through, a tidal wave of pleasure that shakes my every fibre. It’s not quiet or easy. It’s too much and not long enough. I feel him break too, swelling inside me and forcing my pleasure higher. He gushes into my passage, filling me up as he promised. There’s so much, I swear I can feel it leaking from the impossibly tight fit of him in me. Our lips brush together as we both mouth words that maybe aren’t even words, but I understand him, and I think he understands too.
I love you.
His body shakes as mine does.
When my brain can process something again, it’s Ian toying with my hair.
We stay like that, joined, for long minutes, staring into each other’s eyes, his fingers drifting over my neck, jaw, and cheek.
He has amazing green eyes. I indulge in looking at them, and the rest of his face, trailing my fingers over each hard line. I press into the firm muscles of his neck.
