Page 88 of Painted Truths

Our gazes are intent on each other, her pupils blown wide as she moves her hips upwards, searching almost experimentally.

The sensation of her untouched, tight sheath choking my cock makes me gasp for air. I have to be gentle with her.

No, I need to be gentle with her. Fuck knows she deserves better than this for her first time.

Christ, I’m a Grade-A idiot.

Swallowing hard as our gazes intensify, I choke out, “I don’t want to hurt you, Peach.”

Her other hand joins the one on my cheek as she places them oh-so-gently on either side of my face with a beguiling mix of tenderness and trust within her expression.

“You won’t.” She smiles, almost shyly. “You couldn’t.”

Her words fuel the fire in my chest as the walls encasing the unused organ held within begin to break and crumble, lighting an inferno that travels through me to places I’d assumed long dead.

Moving her hands around to the back of my neck, she pulls me down until my face is buried in her blonde tresses, her lips resting lightly on my ear as she softly whispers, “Now, fuck me like I know you need to.”

Sucking in a breath, my nostrils flare as her heels dig into my ass in an attempt to pull me in deeper. I draw back enough so that our brows rest on each other, and then I drive my hips forward in one, quick thrust, breaking through her innocence.

Making her mine. For once and for all.

Her mouth opens in silent protest even as, in contrast, her thighs clench around mine to keep me embedded in her slick heat.

Closing the space between us, I capture her lips with my own, wishing with all my fiery heart that I could take her pain as easily. Instead, I plunder her mouth, dipping my tongue inside to spar with hers, to distract her mind and inflame her senses.

Soon she is panting as heavily as I am as she tears her mouth from mine to shout in desperation.

“Move, Henry. Oh, please. I need more.”

Easing myself up onto my hands, I pull my hips back before I sink my cock into her tightness and rock my hips, circling them into hers, opening her up to me. I keep repeating this over and over, grinding against her clit with each delicious surge as I watch her undulate beneath me. Her long hair is fanned across the bed, and her tits sway lusciously with each slow thrust of my hips.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than the one laid out in front of me right now, and the thought sends an exquisite shiver down my spine, settling heatedly in my balls.

When she reaches her tiny hands around to lay them palm down on my ass, I’ve almost reached my limit, and she knows it.

Biting her bottom lip before sinking her sharp nails into my flesh, she floors me when she widens her eyes innocently and pants, “More. Henry. I need more.”

My reticence takes a hike while my need to fuck takes over as I hiss through my impossibly clenched jaw, “You asked for it, Peach.”

Kneeling between her stretched thighs, I loom over her body, catching her wrists in my left hand and pinning them above her head. I lightly hold her neck with my right, keeping her in place before I fuck her the way we were made to fuck.

Her expressive eyes light up as I do what she’s asked for, holding nothing back.

Pumping my hips at a ferocious pace, with my sweat-slicked body sliding against her own, it’s not long before I can feel her walls begin to vibrate, and I know that ecstasy is within her reach.

My hand leaves her throat, roughly moving along her breastbone to caress and pinch her hard nipples. I continue lower, never slowing my pounding hips, to reach between us and rub her clit in firm strokes with the pad of my thumb.

She cries out, then shatters into oblivion all over my cock, sending another flood of her warm wetness down my shaft when I press my thumb hard on her fully engorged clit.

Releasing her wrists, I kneel up, palming her thighs and holding them open for my onslaught. Fully sheathing my cock in her warmth, my balls draw up tight as I throw my head back with a roar to the heavens, filling her sweet cunt with hot torrents of my cum.

My dick is still pulsating, sending little tremors of pleasure through both of us when I look down on her naked, spent body, her hair spread across the sheets like strands of golden silk.

My heart, now beating freely, is no longer behind those impervious walls built over years of hatred and anger, now that this spectacular creature before me has somehow broken it down. The unused organ swells in my chest as I take in the glorious aftermath of our union, knowing without a doubt that both of our lives are now forever intertwined.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Henry