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“Please,” she whispered, eyes shut.
“Please, what?”
“Please kiss me.”
He chuckled. “I am kissing you,” he murmured against her lips.
A small growl rumbled from her, making him smile.
“Kiss me for real.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He captured her lips with firm pressure this time. As before, her lips parted on a blissful sigh. This time, he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness. When she whimpered, he kissed her harder.
They made out for long minutes, sampling every corner of each other’s mouths. Thunder swallowed her mewls and she did the same to his groans of pleasure. Need for more ramped up, and he found himself crushing her into the bed as he began to rock his needy cock against her.
She wrapped her arms around him, forcing their bodies even closer, but it was the way she thrust her hips up that undid him. The heat of her sex stroked along the length of his cock, eliciting a rolling tremor that started in his balls and shook him to his core.
All he felt after that was the driving need to fuck. To be buried inside her and experience her pleasure from the inside out. Somehow, he managed to rein in the animalistic need and slowed things down.
He snuck hand between their bodies and down to the neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair hiding her pussy. One finger found its way to her sex. He teased her with light touches and rims of her opening.
Fuck, the look on her face. Excitement, wonder, bliss.
She was soft and soaked, prepared by the toy. He should probably play for longer, draw this out, and make her come a few times before fucking her, but seeing her splayed out, fucking herself on the vibrator had him unable to ignore the need to replace that damn toy.
“Ready?” he whispered, panting as he hovered an inch above her. If she changed her mind, he’d go, but the effort might annihilate him.
She nodded fast. “So ready.” Beneath him, she shivered.
Nerves? Excitement? Cold?
No, not cold. They’d nearly burned down the house, and they weren’t even fucking yet.
Time to change that.
Thunder reached between them, fisting his latex covered cock. The damn thing was so hard, it stuck out like a barb, and the contact of his hand made his entire body seize up. He met Mak’s gaze as he positioned it at her slippery opening. Her eyes darkened, glazed and needy but with a hint of trepidation.
Some anxiety could be expected as it didn’t seem she messed around like this often. He couldn’t wait to chase away the uncertainty and replace it with a come-drunk haze.
Ever so slowly, he pressed forward, breaching her.
Mak gasped, arching her neck as her eyes widened. Then she bit her lower lip in a way he’d have sworn was practiced seduction were she any other woman. It was so inherently erotic.
Innocence and invitation tangled, hot as hell.
With every fraction of an inch he burrowed deeper, rational thought disappeared. “Fuck me, you’re so goddamned tight,” he ground out, as he fought to keep his eyes from crossing.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity tunneling through the tightest pussy he’d ever felt, he bottomed out.
Mak moaned and squirmed beneath him. Each movement caused intense shocks of pleasure to shoot up his spine. “Thunder, please.”
Shit, he could listen to her beg for hours. But there was no way his cock would be put off for that long. “Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
“More,” she said as she curled her short fingernails into his sides. “I don’t know…something…more. It’s not enough.”
His hair flopped against his forehead as he stared down at her. “You want me to fuck you now?”
She nodded. That lip was back between her teeth, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d unload inside the condom from the sight alone. She nodded again.
“My pleasure.” This time he thrust harder, making her back arch off the bed.
She cried out.
Thunder bent down and kissed her until she released the abused flesh. “Don’t keep it in,” he said against her mouth, already breathing hard. “I want to hear you. I fucking love your sounds.”
“O-okay,” she said, eyes wide and glassy. Their gazes met, and he swore at that moment she saw past all his bullshit straight to the man he was. The man who feared getting crushed by love and had no idea what to do with all these churning emotions.
“Thank you.” He kissed her again, then talking ceased as he powered into her over and over. Beneath him, Makenna mewled and whimpered with every hammer of his hips. She gripped him like he’d disappear if she let go.
Would he bear ten small round bruises from the force of her fingers clinging to his sides? She’d probably turn beet red with embarrassment, but fuck, he hoped she’d marked his skin.
It’d been so damn long since he found this much pleasure in a woman. Since he wanted one to mark him, fuck him up in the best way, and do the same to her. Even longer since he wanted to see one again after he fucked her. But he wanted more than just core-shaking sex. He wanted the way she looked at him with a combination of shyness, need, and curiosity. He wanted her smiles and laughs. And he wanted her to want him just as much.
