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It didn’t, not really, but she needed…something. That restlessness was stirring in her belly again and he was stretching her open so much that if he didn’t move soon, she was pretty sure she would die.
He pulled out and this time, she did cry out, a low, keening moan that had him going still. When she could catch her breath, she nodded and curled her fingers into his muscled back, digging in her nails as he slid forward again. He adjusted the angle of her legs, lifting her backside from the mattress, and retreated to drive into her one more time.
And again. And again.
“So deep,” she whispered, sure she was halfway to delirious.
His lips sealed over hers, but rather than kissing her, he just breathed softly into her mouth while he fucked her. He was moving relentlessly, slow and forcefully. Leaving his mark on more than just her flesh.
Imprinting her inside and out.
She wasn’t sure when he began strumming her clit. At first the flick of the callused pads of his fingers barely registered. Then the embers of desire inside her sparked to life again, spreading rapidly into something more. His thrusts were churning her up in a way she’d never experienced. She’d never had something to clench so hard before as the pressure built. So much better than fingers or even his tongue. Every time she squeezed him inside he gasped, the sound like kerosene on her skin. She scraped her nails up his back, her hands grasping at his shoulders as he started to go faster. Finding a way somehow to go farther inside her. To make room for himself that hadn’t existed a moment ago.
Opening her up in ways she’d never imagined.
He rubbed her clit with two fingers, completely without finesse. She whimpered, deluged by sensation. He was splitting her open, and the friction was nearly more than she could bear.
Then the telltale contractions started deep inside her, and she didn’t know which of them moaned more loudly.
“Fuck yes. Come on me. All over me.” He bit at her lips, and blood washed over her tongue. All his sweetness gone. But she didn’t need it now. She needed the rough drive of his hips into hers, pounding her into the mattress so the residual pain fuzzed into pleasure.
Only pleasure. Originating so far inside her that she couldn’t do anything more than cling to him. He was the center of her storm, the only thing left for her to hold onto.
“Fucking scream for me, Lo,” he said hoarsely, and his words were like a benediction.
Permission she hadn’t realized she wanted.
She tossed her head on the pillow, crying out again and again as she rolled her hips, rocking into him the same way he was plunging into her. Finally, she stopped fighting it. The last of her nerves, the pressure inside her, the need, all poured out of her, soaking his dick. Not that he stopped thrusting, even for a second. She couldn’t stop coming because he didn’t stop moving.
He was going to literally fuck her to death.
And she was going to die grateful. So grateful.
She tried to lift her head, to see him powering between her legs, but her vision swam and she dropped back down to the pillows.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful. Feel so good. Can’t. Can’t. Can’t.” On the last one, he buried his face in her hair and shouted out his release, his wildly pistoning hips finally going still for an instant, barely, before they were on the move again. Slamming into her a way that would hurt so much when she tried to walk later but felt almost sinfully good now.
She clutched at his hair and his back and wrapped her legs around him, rising up to give him everything he needed as he drained himself into the condom. Then pressing kisses to the side of his damp face, fumbling to find his mouth as if she was as weak and shaky as a newborn.
Because she was.
He kissed her back, the moment unwinding until their lips were barely still clinging together. It was as if someone had pulled out the cord and they were both left boneless, collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.
“Gotta get off you,” he said against her neck, and she tried to nod in agreement.
Then she gave up and halfheartedly patted his shoulder. He was so heavy, but she could probably sleep this way. Eventually, her crushed limbs had to stop aching, right?
When he started to pull out of her, her eyes shot open wide. “Um, no. Don’t do that. I really think…don’t.”
His forehead wrinkled. “I’m suffocating you. Too big.”
“Yeah. That’s why…don’t move.” She grimaced as a hint of the pain started to creep through. Perhaps her inaugural sexfest had been a little too vigorous. “We’ll just stay like this, ‘kay? Just…not moving.”
“Lo.” He began to laugh. “I can’t just stay inside you.” He shifted and grunted. “Though I’d really fucking like to.”
“Okay.” She hissed out a breath through her teeth. “Just don’t think less of me if I cry like a baby, okay?”
His frown grew. “Why would you?”
