Page 77 of Something Like That

And then he stopped.

She squeezed his fingers. “No, no, no.” She shook her head. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“It’s okay.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I want to try something.” He pulled out of her and pushed himself onto his knees. She reached for him without thought, sitting up and running her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his arms.

“Here,” he said, easing her back down. “Lay on your side, just like that.” He positioned her so she was partly on her side and partly on her back, and lifted her top leg up and over his hip. In this position, she felt completely exposed. He straddled her bottom leg.

Grabbing the lube, he slicked a bunch more over his erection, making sure every inch was covered. Her mouth watered, the taste of him seared on her tongue. She couldn’t wait to have him in her mouth again. Soon.

He slipped his arm under her top leg, right at the knee. Leaning forward, he planted his left hand on the mattress. The position meant her top leg was bent back against her stomach. She was completely open to him. He slid inside her to the hilt with one smooth stroke.

She made a gurgling, almost choking sound in the back of her throat. He was deeper than before, rubbing and pressing against places she didn’t even know existed. She grabbed a hold of the comforter, mostly because she needed to hold onto something.

“Oh, wildcat,” he said on a moan. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight like this. It’s so fucking good.”

His words slid through her, making her tingle and ache and tighten. Her lower body throbbed. She squeezed the blankets harder. Her fingers ached, but she couldn’t let go. Wouldn’t let go. She opened her mouth. A sound that was almost a word escaped.

He leaned forward, over her, pressing deeper than before—she hadn’t thought that was possible—bending her thigh back further. Every cell in her body felt like it was humming with electricity. He held himself deep for a heart-stopping, breath-stealing second, and then moved his hips in a grinding, circular motion.

“Oh, fuck.” The curse slipped out of her as a wail.

“Yes.” He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers again. Pressed soft kisses to her upper arm and shoulder. “Say something dirty. Tell me how it feels. What you want. I know you want to.” He ground against her hard, hitting her clit. Her never endings lit up like sparks.

She gasped and met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, only a small sliver of blue around the edge. A trickle of sweat tracked down the side of his face. His jaw was tight, his lips pressed in a thin line. He was holding back, waiting for her.

She licked her lips. His gaze caught on the movement and he swallowed. Hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed. She wanted to sink her teeth into his skin, make him feel a modicum of what he was making her feel.

He ground his hips against her again. She opened her mouth. A small sob escaped. She was basically nothing but raw, scraped nerves. “Nick…” His name came out as a prayer.

“Come on, wildcat.” He rolled his hips in the opposite direction. Her entire body shook. “I know you want to say it. I can see it written all over your beautiful face. Tell me what you want.”

She shifted her hips, chasing the friction she craved. “I love your co… cock.” The words were breathy, a little shaky, but they felt empowering, too. She should be able to ask for what she wanted. “And I want you to fu… fuck me, hard and fast.”

“Yes, wildcat,” he said. “Yes.” He shifted slightly, pulling himself almost all of the way out of her. She whimpered. He locked his gaze with hers, held himself still. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Once, twice, three times.

He slammed his hips forward.

She cried out, squeezing his fingers tight. He grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand, pounding into her again and again. His tight hold was exhilarating. She grabbed his muscular thigh with her free hand, digging her short nails into his skin.

He pushed deep and rolled his hips in a breath stealing rhythm before pulling back and then driving forward. Every inch, every time. The fullness and pressure inside her felt like a balloon that was slowly being inflated. Her entire body tingled.

His thigh muscles tensed. He grunted. Changed his movements to short, hard strokes. Each thrust would have sent her skittering up the bed, but his tight grip on the back of her neck kept her in place. Each slam of his hips sang in her soul.

“Rub your clit,” he said, the words pushed out between his clenched teeth. “Make yourself come.”

He slid their combined hands down between her thighs. They were a tangle of limbs, and slick, sweaty skin. He guided her fingers to her clit. It was swollen and achy, wet and slippery. He pressed on her fingers, urging them into a circular motion.

She groaned and rubbed harder than she probably should, but it felt too good to stop. Electricity sparked underneath her fingertips, shooting across her skin. She slipped her fingers lower to where they were joined. Where his cock stretched her, slid into her with every hard thrust. It was so incredibly hot.

He moaned at the contact, his nostril flaring. There was a wildness about him that was fascinating. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. Not that she wanted to. She loved seeing him like this. All reckless and untamed.

“Oh, wildcat, I’m going to fucking come if you keep looking at me like that.” He reached down, urged her fingers back to her clit. “And I don’t want to do it alone. So, you rub that swollen little clit until you come hard. I want to feel your pretty pussy strangling my cock.”

She nodded, completely beyond words, and flicked her fingers back and forth against the bundle of nerves in a brutal rhythm. The tension in her climbed higher and higher, forcing her past comfortable and into desperate.

His hips crashed into hers, the short hard strokes hitting all the right places. The combination of the stretch and pull of his cock, and the way her fingers strummed her clit was too much.

The edge exploded beneath her. She tumbled over, falling head over feet. Her back arched and her body shook. She screamed his name, dug her nails into his thigh.