“It’s coming, baby, it’s coming.”
He slides in and I feel the stretch of it. Damn he’s big. Maybe too big. I close my eyes, turning my head to the side. There’s a tiny burn to it, but God, it feels good.
“Almost there. Are you okay?”
Almost?
I gyrate my hips feeling his size trying to assess how much more I can take. “I’m good.” I think I am. I guess I’m about to find out.
His hips lower. There’s more, so much more. It’s a littleuncomfortable at first, but when he starts pulling out, something feral takes over and I want all of it back in. “Keep going. Don’t stop,” I plead.
He presses in, all the way in, and it feels better this time. When he pulls out, I want it back and he doesn’t make me wait. His cock slides in, then out, then back in and each stroke feels better than the last. He starts slow, but after a while he picks up the pace. I gyrate my hips, grinding into him. We’re in a rhythm, working together and the pleasure of it draws sounds from me that I didn’t know I could make. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, the heat, the passion, the emotion of it. As I claw my fingernails into his back and buck my hips into his thrusts I could almost cry. This man is giving me everything I was so desperate for.
His eyes close as he moves faster, in and out, pistoning harder, his hips slamming into mine. It’s rough and greedy and primal as his groans grow louder while his balls slap against me with a rhythmic clapping sound.
“Dammit, woman, you feel so goddamn good.”
I put my hands on his chest as he thrusts his full length in and out eliciting deep moans from me. I needed this so bad, to feel like everything is going to be okay. No, better than okay. This man is strong and smart and powerful and he cares about me. I’m not alone. I’m not on my own because I have him and that makes all the difference in the world to me.
He leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue searching my mouth and my hands come selfishly down to his butt. I can’t help it, feeling his thrusts makes me dig my fingernails into his ass cheeks probably harder than I should.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I can’tstop.”
He throbs inside me and I arch my hips into him as he thrusts hard.
“I’m going to,” I moan.
He groans as I feel his first spasm. He’s filling me with his come and my fingernails dig deeper as my body convulses with an orgasm bigger than the last one. How?
Our breathing steadies and I feel his muscles flexing as he gives one final push with a low groan. My pussy, everything deep in my vagina, is trembling with the pleasure of it and I bite back tears.
His cock throbs inside me one more time then he drops down, his weight on top of me with his face buried in my neck. Before I can tell him he’s too heavy, he flips us over, with him on his back and me lying prone on top of him. He’s still inside me with his arms wrapped around me now. He’s hugging me. He’s holding me tight like he never wants to let me go. I hug him back… and start to cry.
CHAPTER 27
Riggs
Why does she look like she wants to take a bite out of me?
“Hold on,” she says. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do.” She’s sitting up with the covers over her lap, sporting a wicked grin.
We’ve been lying in bed in our underwear for hours, just talking, mostly about her mother, but also about what happens next. We’re hungry, so I got up to find a menu for room service.
“What?”
“Come here.” She motions for me to come to her side of the bed. I think she wants a kiss.
I come around in my black, tight-fitting jockey shorts. I’ve never liked boxers. Not enough support. I go to lean down to give her a kiss when she stops me.
“What are you doing?”
I straighten. “I thought you wanted—”
“I know what I want. Turn around.”
“What?”
“I said, turn around.”
