“Yes, Ezra. Please, please.” Begging was not in her nature, but she begged now. “Split me open. Fuck me.”
With one hand, he held tightly to her thigh. With the other, he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance. They both moaned at the kiss of skin to skin, his flesh searingly hot.
His hips rammed forward, and his cock thrust into her with one hard push.
Despite all her climaxes and how he’d prepared her body with his fingers, there was still a flare of red and shining pain. She cried out.
He went still. “Too much?”
“Exactly right.”
The gleaming edge sharpened her pleasure.
For a moment, he didn’t move, letting her body loosen and accept him. As they waited, he bent down and kissed her, long and thorough, his tongue moving in and out of her mouth in a seeming approximation of what he intended to do with his cock. She opened her mouth for him and sucked on his tongue.
When she wrapped her thighs around his waist, he began to give her short, shallow strokes. But as she started to move with him, her hips arching forward, his thrusts grew stronger, harder. Deeper. She was plowed into the blankets, held ruthlessly in place where their bodies joined, staked through by the impossible size of him and the merciless pace of his desire.
He braced himself on his forearms, his gaze burning down at her, and his long hair a dark curtain around his flushed face. His mouth opened slightly as he panted and growled with each stroke. He was beautiful and undone in his pleasure.
It felt like a claiming, like a possession, as though she belonged to him and he to her, and nothing on this Earth could possibly take them from each other.
He angled his hips, grinding himself against her clitoris. Sparks flared in her body and behind her eyelids. Then he stroked his thumb against that sensitive place, back and forth in slick circles.
She came again, longer and harder than before. It devastated her, and when the last waves of her climax receded, she found herself limp and pliable as he shoved his hands beneath her buttocks, holding her place as his pace grew even more frenzied. Animal sounds poured from him, an endless growl. His hips relentlessly pistoned. She’d never been fucked so hard, so thoroughly, with such wildness. There was nothing to do but surrender to the pleasure, and she did so, gladly, her eyes closing in submission.
Snarling, he pulled from her. He groaned as something thick and hot covered her stomach in spurts. It went on for many moments. Finally, he collapsed beside her, both of them slick with sweat, panting in the aftermath.
Her body missed him immediately. Empty and needy, even after the most devastating climaxes of her life. He’d left a space inside her that demanded filling.
She shoved that thought aside.
He took a corner of one of the blankets and wiped it across her belly. She cracked open her eyes to see the volumes of seed he’d covered her in, the most she’d ever witnessed from a single man. She was coated with it.
Incredibly, new arousal rose in her. She liked seeing her flesh covered with his seed, wanted more.
“Thank you,” she murmured instead. “For keeping me safe.”
His smile was heavy-eyed and satisfied, every inch the male who had provided ample pleasure to his bedpartner. “Thank you. That was…”
A silence stretched on as he struggled to find the right word that could possibly encapsulate what had just happened.
“It was,” she agreed. She glanced down and couldn’t stop the breathless chuckle. “Didn’t even take your breeches and boots off.”
Indeed, he made a most delicious sight, his cock out, still hard, his thighs encased in buckskin, and worn leather boots climbing over his knees. That blue scarf tied around one thigh.
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Why waste time on unnecessary actions?”
He lifted to his knees, and then stood from the mattress. His cock had softened only slightly, and he tucked it back into his breeches with a gratified smirk. She studied the play of muscles across his torso and back as he crossed the tiny room, longing to run her tongue over his sweat-glossed skin. He grabbed a bottle from the small table, which he uncorked with his teeth. His throat worked as he took a swallow.
When he offered her the bottle, she waved it aside. He shrugged and took another drink.
His gaze was warm and sated as he looked at her.
“Never was a more delightful afternoon spent. My Lady Vixen, my jewel, you are extraordinary. We are extraordinary together.” After one more pull from the bottle, he turned away to set it aside.
Jessica’s hand quickly went to the back of her gown, working the lacings of the secret pocket she’d sewn into her dress.
With what sounded like reluctance, he went on, “Alas, it must end, sooner than I’d like. I must?—”
